Chapter 72
"Wouldn''t it be inappropriate and disrespectful if I wore something so casual?" I was still a little
worried.
"This isn''t casual at all. We went the extra mile to get new clothes, after all." He continued to speak
in a righteous manner.
"This looks so simr to the one I was wearing earlier -they’re both homewear."
"The difference is huge. Look, this dress has a cor but the one you had on earlier did not."
Just like that, Mr. Theo Grant had gone to the mall to shop for clothes, used his bodyguards to clear
the ce out, and ended up only purchasing a set of homewear.
After getting into the car, I furiously said, "I''m mad, Theo." This had been his first time taking me
shopping, and I was tremendously disappointed.
"Why?" He turned around to look at me, his face full of questions as though he truly did not
understand my anger.
"No one takes a woman shopping like that. I can’t believe you’re apany''s president!" I turned
sideways, speechless.
He was nothing like those domineering presidents in
movies, buying expensive clothes and branded bags for their women, hiring professional stylists for
them t o stun everyone.
Heughed. "I can''t believe you''re so materialistic."
"I don''t care. I''m mad." I stifled my anger and decided t o be stubborn instead.
"Okay, when the child is born, I’ll bring home a few stores for you to pick out whatever you want.
Cheer u p. It won''t be good for the baby if you get angry." The corner of his mouth lifted, and his
tone became pampering.
A certain kind of warmth couldst for a very long time, and after a few years, these scattered
memories would be the only sweet memories I could look back on.
The car soon drove into another upscale vimunity that was just as famous as Regal Vi.
What set thismunity apart was that unlike the peace and quiet of Regal Vi, this ce was
bustling with energy because there were dignitaries and foreigners staying here.
It was a sign of status for anyone who could afford to live here.
Theo was a fan of quiet ces, hence he had not been interested in this ce and had chosen
Regal Vi for himself instead.
The car stopped in front of a European-styled vi. From afar, I saw a woman with a noble
temperament
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and a very attractive body figure walk over.
When she came nearer, I was surprised to realize that i t was Petra.
It turned out that Theo had brought me here to meet her.
"Hello, Mr. Grant. It''s been a long time since west met." Petra greeted Theo warmly from afar.
She then looked me up and down, a hint of delight briefly emerging on her face before it quickly
returned to its usual expression. She said with a slight smile," This must be Mrs. Grant, right?”
Theo nodded and responded in a faint voice, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Petra."
"Hello, Ma''am," I politely greeted.
"Come in, they''re waiting." Petra enthusiastically took my arm and walked inside.
Once we went inside, we saw many people sitting around the table in the room. Petra introduced
everyone to me. They were all either presidents or officials from a certain bureau or ministry.
I understood now that all these dignitaries were big shots in Salt City.
After the introductions, Petra picked her wine ss u p from the table and said, "I''ve been
wandering out there all these years, and I often thought of home. I''m finally back now, and I would
like to thank everyone foring over to have this weing dinner with m
e. Cheers."
It turned out that it was Petra’s weing dinner today. No wonder all the officialdom and business
world bigwigs had all gathered here.
After a few polite exchanges, they began talking about family matters.
"Who''s thisdy beside you, Petra? She looks familiar!" During dinner, a slightly chubby man looked
at me and asked Petra who I was.
"Mr. Zach, this is Mr. Grant''s wife, my goddaughter,” Petra said, holding me intimately.
I was a little puzzled. When had I be her goddaughter?
"Wanda here has been in a bad state these past few days because her best friend has gotten into
trouble and is currently locked up in your police station. She was not in the mood toe today, but
I forced her to, so she reluctantly came," Petra nonchntly said.
Mr. Zach? I remembered him now. He was Mr. Ezekiel Zach, the director of the Public Security
Bureau in Salt City.
Slightly unsure, I looked up at Theo, who evaded my gaze a little but gently nodded.
"Huh? Did that really happen? I didn''t know that. What''s your friend''s name, youngdy? I''ll go back
and ask about it." Mr. Zach looked at me with an affectionate expression.
I instantly understood the motives behind Petra''s actions and stood up, picking up my ss from
the table. I said politely, "Thank you, Mr. Zach. My friend’s name is Cecilia Shane and she''s
currently locked up i n the West City Public Security Bureau. Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Zach, and
thank you for your great kindness."