It was written that he was the president of the national bank of Ylosea, “Davian Hudson.”
This president appeared very dignified, with one button of his coat undone. After some pleasantries, he asked, “Are you alone?”
“Yes.” Callie maintained her composure, her limited ability to read people revealing that this man was not here with good intentions.
The exchange of glances indicated he was a formidable character.
“I am also alone,” Davian said, looking towards the stage where many people were dancing in the center of the hall. He seemed to have a sudden idea. “I wonder if you would be interested in a dance?”
Callie had not yet guessed his true intentions and instinctively wanted to refuse, but he continued, “The Chief has a partnership with our bank. If you want to see him, I can help.”
The refusal on Callie’s lips was immediately swallowed. He was a significant figure in the bank and not someone she could afford to offend. She placed her hand on his outstretched invitation. “I may not dance very well, please bear with me.”
Davian led her to the center with his hands behind his back. Some onlookers cheered, and all eyes were on them.
Callie’s every step was precise, and she and Davian were quite the spectacle. Davian leaned slightly closer. “I feel a sense of guilt.”
“Excuse me?”
Davian’s smile was insincere. “As the saying goes, a friend’s wife should not be coveted.”
Callie’s expression changed. “Davian…”
He was Nelson’s friend.
Before she could finish, Davian interrupted, “Miss Marsh, you are truly capable. In all the years I’ve known Nelson, you are the first to achieve this.”
The music continued, but Callie’s chest filled with frustration as she understood why Davian had appeared. She tried to break free from his grip, but he countered, spun her around, and released her in a way that made it look like part of the dance. The audience applauded.
Callie stiffened. “Please respect yourself. Nelson and I are about to divorce; I am no longer your friend’s wife. Besides, reaching this point was not entirely my choice, so please do not condemn me.”
Davian laughed, revealing a charming canine tooth.
After he supported her to stand, Davian’s smile faded. “I will not condemn you.”
The next moment, he suddenly raised his voice. “Miss Marsh, you’re indeed impressive. As the former Mrs. Oconnor, would you be willing to perform a solo dance for everyone here today?”
His words were sharp and undisguised in their malice. The room fell silent as everyone exchanged looks.
Callie’s position was undeniably awkward. Her reputation was already in tatters. If she danced, it would invite further disdain; if she refused, people would gossip about her lack of grace behind her back.
Regardless, Davian’s hostility was clear; he was intending to embarrass her.
Davian released her hand and left first. The unrelated parties quickly retreated to avoid getting involved, leaving Callie alone in the center-a truly humiliating situation.
Jaquan was actually present today, keeping a low profile in a corner. Seeing the commotion, he wanted to step in and help Callie, but someone grabbed his hand-it was Marilyn. Her tone was icy. “You better not go up there and bring more shame to the Ellison family for the media to exploit.”
Jaquan felt a sting in his eyes.
Marilyn smiled slightly and picked up a glass of wine. “I’ll go.”