Chapter 863 Necessary Social Contact


    "Where is your van? Did your manager leave you again to have dinner with other models?" J


    said tly. "Call him and tell him toe pick you up."


    She''d rather not talk to Derek if she could avoid it. So, she lowered her head and looked at her cell


    phone.


    As he squatted in the shades, Derek looked up at her and asked, "Are you still angry? Although you


    misunderstood me, I forgave you and didn''t ask you to apologize. How could you still be so upset


    with me?"


    Derek sighed after a while, pretending to sad. "Wilder just scolded me. Now I''m not even allowed to


    ride in the van. I''ll have to walk back to the hotel. Oh, by the way, Wilder is my manager. He gave


    me an ultimatum. If I do something like this again, he won''t give me work anymore."


    J didn''t put down her phone until that point. She licked the corner of her dry lips and locked her


    gaze on Derek. "I''m sorry for what happened in the shop just now," she said sincerely.


    "Even if you apologize to me a hundred times, I still can''t go back to the hotel. Wilder has driven


    away with my phone in the van. What do I do now?" Derek sighed, but his eyes were remarkably


    bright and astute.


    J was unsure. It was difficult to tell if Derek was telling the truth. Despite the fact that they had


    only known each other for a few days, she was well aware that she was inferior to him when it came


    to scheming.


    A taxi pulled up in front of J at this point. "Miss, is it you who called a taxi online?" the driver


    asked as he rolled down the window.


    J looked at the taxi''s license te. It was the one she had called. She hesitated before getting


    into the taxi and turned to look at Derek.


    Derek saw the hesitation in J''s eyes.


    He grabbed that opportunity. He quickly got to his feet and took the shopping bags she was holding.


    He smiled as he opened the door and drew her into the car. "Don''t keep the driver waiting for too


    long. We''ll go to the Intercontinental Hotel, please."


    "I didn''t ask you to ride with me," said J, sulking in the cab.


    She turned her face away from Derek.


    Derek shrugged and leaned against the back seat. He raised the corners of his mouth, looking a bit


    roguish. "But I''m already in the car. You can''t ask me to get out of a moving vehicle, can you?"


    J was rendered speechless. Of course she wouldn''t do that. She just didn''t want to give him a


    ride because she was afraid he''d have other ideas.


    Derek''s gaze was drawn to the shopping bags at J''s feet. He looked at the bags and noticed an


    exquisite packing box inside.


    Derek remembered that he saw J in the mall where she was carefully selecting a tie. "Did you


    get this tie as a gift for someone?" he asked in a curious tone


    This type of tie belongs to a man. Was J nning on giving it to her father?


    When Derek tried on this tie just now, he thought its design was mature enough for his taste and


    appropriate for older men. So if J bought the tie for her father, then she had an excellent taste.


    She picked up the shopping bags and held them in her arms. With her eyes devoid of emotion, she


    said. "This is my private affair. Don''t ask about it, okay?"


    Derek snorted and asked no more questions.


    It was silent in the taxi. Neither of them spoke.


    Eventually, J sighed and said, "I''m sorry your manager scolded you. I can help you exin to


    him."


    J thought that Derek was at a pivotal point in the growth of his profession. She would be sorry if


    her mistake hurt his career.


    Derek was surprised by J''s words. He then grinned and said, "Wilder forgets and forgives


    easily. And as long as I''ll behave, he''ll still set up work for me. Besides, thepany has invested


    much to make me popr."


    Even though Wilder was upset with Derek, he wouldn''t dare neglect Derek. He was born into a


    wealthy family with numerous influential figures. Wilder couldn''t afford it if they came to stand up for


    him.


    J nodded, and the two of them fell silent again. "What do you have nned for the next two


    days? Zuri''s hosting a party tonight. Fashionistas and fashion gurus are expected to attend. You are


    also wee toe. I think you''ll make a lot of new friends there." Derek assumed J was a


    newbie in the fashion industry. She would never pass up such an opportunity.


    "I''m not interested in those parties," J said in an indifferent tone.


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    The White couple had frequently taken her to banquets and social events in the past, and Brandon


    enjoyed taking her to those events as well. J, on the other hand, was uninterested in them. She


    was more content to be alone.


    "You came here for W Marks," Derek reminded her. "No matter how arrogant Draco is, he won''t


    refuse to attend these social activities. Besides, you had already embarrassed Zuri when you were


    late before. If you do not attend the party tonight, the outside world may believe that W Marks is


    arrogant and looks down on others."


    Indeed, J came here as a representative of W Marks. She knew she couldn''t be foolishly


    stubborn, so she couldn''t refuse to socialize sometimes.


    J didn''t respond until they were out of the taxi, "I''ll go back to my room and rest, and then I''ll go


    to the party tonight."


    There were stars all over the sky and the lights at the party were bright. The party was held in a vi


    in downtown Northcliffe.


    A waiter at the entrance tied a ck ribbon around J''s wrist as she entered the hall.


    Fashion parties were different from business banquets. All the guests here were fashion


    trendsetters. They were dressed boldly and brightly, swaying on the dance floor to the music. They


    looked animated and unrestrained.


    J took off her heavy shawl. She was like an elderly woman who had inadvertently entered the


    world of young people. She seemed to be out-ofce here.


    People gathered in small groups as they mingled. J sat at the bar counter, holding a ss of


    orange juice. She noticed a crowd of young designers and models gathered around a well-dressed


    man.


    The handsomely-dressed man was Derek.