Carla took a peek at Humphrey and felt greatly humiliated. Judging by Humphrey's wrinkled face and flabby stomach, Carla thought he should be around her father's age.
Shelley has such a brilliant plan, but does she really think she can get rid of me by setting me up for a blind date with this old man?
Is it even necessary for her to go to great lengths to get rid of me when I haven't made any move or gotten in her way with Zayn's relationship?
Why is she sending this disgusting old man my way again when I have forgiven her for stepping on my hand and giving me a hard time? She should stay away from me because I have returned the check through Mosa's help!
"Carla, you seem to be pretty young. How old are you?"On one hand, Humphrey's eyes gleamed in excitement and looked at Carla differently.
On the other hand, Carla remained silent throughout the conversation because she could barely keep a straight face in front of the old man anymore.
Mosa stepped in to get Carla out of the nasty situation. "Miss Benday, I'm sure you're kidding! I don't think Carla deserves Mr. Whyte when she's just a rookie in the corporate world."
"What do you mean she doesn't deserve—"
"Aren't you hungry? Why don't you hurry up and finish your meal?" Zayn broke the silence, stating indifferently before Shelley could finish her sentence.
Shelley winced at Zayn's words because it was evident the man was trying to protect Carla.
"Oh! You're right! I believe most of us are hungry since we have been out for the entire morning!" Humphrey was an observant man. He immediately summoned the waiter and instructed, "Please serve us our meal at once!"
"Miss Wright, Mr. Benard, have a seat and join us!"
Humphrey invited everyone that was present to join him at the table and started engaging himself in a conversation with Benard and Mosa to get himself out of the awkward situation.
Benard and Mosa played along with him to ease up the tension that was built up over the past few minutes.
Meanwhile, Zayn indulged himself and took a sip of the red wine.
Shelley's face puckered because she felt embarrassed after Zayn reprimanded her in front of others. She secretly held a grudge against Carla and finished her glass of wine in an attempt to calm herself down.
In spite of being on pins and needles, Carla couldn't bring herself away—she had no choice but to join the crowd and brace herself through the meal.
"Mr. Giblo, this is a wine from my precious collection. Please give it a try."
Humphrey served Zayn and Shelley each a glass of drink. "Miss Benday, why don't you give it a try as well? The president has complimented it after savoring it when we were out for a meal last time."
Zayn took a sip as suggested and stated, "Mmm… It's not half bad at all…"
"Mr. Benard, Miss Wright, Carla, you guys should give it a try too!"
Humphrey served everyone their glass of drink. When it was Carla's turn, a leg showed up at the bottom of the table, causing him to trip over.
As a result, he staggered and spilled the remaining wine that was in the decanter on Carla.
"Ah!" Carla shrieked and got up from her seat immediately.
The red wine streamed all the way down from her collar, soaking her Whyte shirt crimson red, exposing her supple yet busty figure in front of everyone.
Immediately, Humphrey apologized, "I-I'm so sorry!"
After he grabbed the napkin that was nearby, he reached over in an attempt to wipe Carla's shirt dry on her behalf.
Zayn's expression turned gloomy because Humphrey's hand was merely a few inches away from Carla's breast.
Carla took a step back and denoted, "I-It's fine… I-I can clean it up myself."
"Are you okay?" Shelley expressed her concerns and reprimanded Humphrey, "Mr. Whyte, how could you be so careless?"
"I-I…" Humphrey was at a loss for words. Truth be told, he was aware of the identity of the culprit, yet he couldn't expose the truth in front of them.
"Since you're completely drenched, you should head over to my room and get yourself changed." Shelley beckoned the waitress over and instructed, "Show her the way to my room!"
The waitress walked over and said, "Please follow me, Miss Wigston."
"I-It's fine…" Carla didn't want to put on Shelley's clothes—she was afraid it was one of Shelley's many tricks to get the better of her.
Shelley asked rhetorically with a grin, "Aren't you afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of others? Ever since a few minutes ago, Mr. Whyte has a hard time moving his eyes away from that busty figure of yours. If you don't get yourself changed, do you want to show it to others when we're done with our meal?"
"I-I…" Humphrey responded with an awkward smile.
"You…" Carla couldn't stand it anymore.
Thankfully, Zayn broke the silence and instructed, "Check her into another room and get her another set of outfits."
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