Jeremy Norman looked up at the man approaching him, who was wearing a suit and had slightly long, linen-colored hair. Despite the mask he wore, his aura was assertive.
"Zachary Jenkins?"
Recently, the most famous man in Capital City was this linen-haired man, supposedly promoted to an incredible height by the Jenkins family.
"Ivy is my fiancée. Mr. Jenkins, if you want to dance with her, why not wait until I finish dancing with her first?" Jeremy Norman's smile was tempered with a faint, low warning in his voice - he was the one who should have the right to dance first.
Zachary Jenkins didn't even glance at him. His luscious lips curled into a somewhat provoking smile. "She is your fiancée, but after you are married, nobody will mind if you dance every day together. Why care about this moment? Besides, without a confirmed marriage, every man has a chance."
He looked at Molly Walker, his tone suggestive, "Right, Miss Thompson?"
