Chapter 172

Although Zachary wasn’t really into this bad boy from the get–go, he extended a hand out of politeness

because he was Yoli’s classmate.

But to his surprise, Wilson didn’t reciprocate. Instead, he raised his voice and announced, “Listen up,

everyone; Yoli’s fiancéee is footing the bill. Pick whatever you want to eat or drink!”

Upon hearing this, his cronies immediately started ordering the most expensive dishes.

“Wilson.” Yolanda stepped forward, hoping he would tone it down a bit.

But Wilson looked at her with an incredibly sleazy grin and said, “Oh, you’re on a first–name basis with

me now?”

Zachary found their interaction odd. Just then, Sophie stepped in to defuse the situation: “Wilson, this

feast is to celebrate Yoli’s second–place victory in the piano competition. So let’s raise our glasses and

toast to Yoli, shall we?”

She shoved a wine glass into Wilson’s hand, hinting at him not to cause trouble and even instructed

others not to order expensive dishes. The whole class then raised their glasses in a cheer.

However, under Wilson’s command, nobody dared disobey. Even though they refrained from ordering

expensive dishes, they ordered plenty of pricey drinks.

“So you’re Yoli’s fiancée, huh? Seeing as Yoli performed so well in the competition, shouldn’t you have

a few more drinks?” Wilson downed his drink in one gulp, waiting for Zachary’s response.

“Zachary.” Yolanda instantly regretted it, as she knew Wilson was a man who never spared anyone’s

feelings.

Zachary picked up a glass, gestured in a gentlemanly manner, and downed the drink. In comparison,

he seemed much more refined and cultured than Wilson, earning him unabashed admiration and

adoration from the other girls.

Wilson continued to drink, and Zachary, not to be outdone, matched him glass for glass. His mood was

down because he had just run into Arabella, so the drinks served as a good distraction.

Wilson then picked up the whole bottle and started drinking directly from it.

Just as Zachary was about to join him, Yolanda grabbed his arm and said, “Zachary, that’s enough. I’ve

received your congratulations. Don’t drink anymore. How are we supposed to get home if you’re

drunk?”

“What kind of man doesn’t drink?” Wilson looked at Zachary provocatively and said, “To make this party

more fun, I’ve invited some people.”

With a clap of his hands, seven or eight women walked in. They were all dolled up, and obviously they

were the local courtesans.

“Wilson! You finally let us in! We’ve been waiting so long that our legs are numb. You need to give us a

massage!” Several women fawned over Wilson.

Wilson waved them away, saying, “I have a friend who’s engaged. I invited you here today to ‘test‘ her

fiancée.”

“Oh, the handsome young man over here? I wonder what kind of girls he’s into. The passionate type or

the gentle type?”

The women quickly surrounded him.

“Wilson, don’t push it!” Sophie immediately protested.

Yolanda held onto Zachary’s arm tightly and said, “Stay away from my fiancée.”

“I need to use the restroom.” Zachary had been tolerating Wilson’s behavior for a while. Years of a

good upbringing helped him maintain his composure.

Seeing Zachary leave, Wilson sneered, “He’s got such a short fuse?”

A few of his lackeys started laughing.

Yolanda glared at Wilson and was about to leave when Wilson grabbed her hand.

In the restroom, Zachary washed his face, thinking to himself that Yoli’s friends were no good. Rather

than wasting time here, he’d rather leave early.

As he was thinking, he overheard a few girls chatting while washing their hands.

“I really don’t get it. How could the son of Golden City’s richest man be interested in a girl like

Yolanda?”