CHAPTER 84

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They were just dancing normally, so Samuel did not hold Emelie’s hand tightly.

With a poll from William, Samuel’s grip loosened even i

William seized the opportunity to push Patricia toward Samuel and then embraced Emelie by the waist.

Emelie was caught off paard and found hersell back in front of Williams, staring at him in astonishment.

His expression was indifferent.

She felt like she was nothing more than an object to him. She would be discarded when not wanted and snatched hack when desired.

Emelie didn’t feel respected by him.

Emelie asked, “Mr. Middleton, what are you doing?”

“Why? Do you preter Mr. Swanson?” William’s voice was coll. “Have you forgotten who you belong to?”

In his eyes, she never had an independent personality. She had to revolve around him and live at his beck and call, subject to his whims and

Lancies

Emelie didn’t want to dance with him or see him anymore.

After suppressing her emotions for a whole day, she finally couldn’t hold back at this moment.

Emelie wanted to leave him, but he held her hand and waist tightly. She could only push against his chest with one hand.

He didn’t seem to exert much force, but Emelse couldn’t push him away

She gritted her teeth. “Mr. Middleton, wasn’t it you who left me first?”

What was he accusing her of now?

“Didn’t I tell you to go to the left? Didn’t I tell you I would hold your hand?” William continued.

Emelie remembered this sentence,

But his words were so vague. Plus, it was her first time attending such a banquet, so how could she know there was a blindfolded segment?

How could she associate his words with that meaning?

“Did you hear it clearly, or are you just pretending not to?” William looked at her.

“Well, you’ve been distracted all day. I’m not sure what you are plotting, so, naturally, my words wouldn’t register with you.”

“Mr. Middleton, no need to turn the tables.”

It was like the pot calling the kettle black

William chuckled. “Do you think I can’t see through your intentions?”

Emelie’s eyes flicker slightly, and her lips pursed tighter.

She pushed against his chest more forcefully. “Mr. Middleton, you can think whatever you want, I don’t want to dance anymore.” William stopped dancing. “If you don’t want to dance, then don’t. Come upstairs with me to meet the clients.”

He grabbed her hand, intending to lead her upstairs.

Emelie didn’t hesitate. “I’m not going!”

At the same time, someone held her other hand,

“Mr. Middleton,” Samuel spoke softly, but a cold look flashed in his eyes.

“It seems I heard Ms. Hoven refusing to go with you. We should respect her wishes no matter what.”

William’s gaze flickered to Samuel’s hand, then back to him, growing even colder. “Is Mr. Swanson trying to snatch someone from me?”

Samuel replied calmly, “It’s not about that. Ms. Hoven belongs to herself. She doesn’t have to follow anyone; she chooses who she wants to be

with

“Ms. Howen, as I mentioned earlier, there will be fireworks tonight, best seen from the third–floor deck.

“We can g

We can go now; we might miss the best spots if we wait any longer.”

He gave Emnele a tug in his direction, and she gave him a look of gratitude.

William uttered slowly, “Ms. Hoven.”

Chapter Are Not Listen to Him

The way he said it sent shivers down Emelie’s spine.

“Are you trying to breach the contract?”

She was still within the project deadline, even if it was the last three days.

Would she dare not listen to him and leave?

Emelie held her breath, watching him closely.

William’s expression was unforgiving.

She would bear the consequences herself if she dared to leave with Samuel.

The atmosphere between them fell silent.

Their standoff drew the attention of some bystanders, and they started discussing it quietly.

What was happening?

Several people appeared at the staircase on the second floor.

“William, what’s going on here?” Norman raised his voice.

Bryan was also upstairs, holding onto the staircase railing, frowning as he called out, “Sam.”

Samuel raised his head slightly. “Bryan.”

Norman smiled. “Oh, it’s Mr. Samuel.”

Bryan tried to defuse the imminent conflict. “Sam, I left a document in the room. Could you fetch it for me?”

Samuel agreed

As he turned around, he gestured with his eyes to Emelie, indicating that she should come with him.

He didn’t believe William would forcibly drag her away in front of everyone.

Emelie wanted to go but only took one step forward and dared not go any further.