Frans' blue eyes widened slightly. The expression on his face darkened. He gritted his teeth.
Frans tried to hold back the fire of jealousy that burned in his heart.
"Zayn Wilde... why did you just accept marrying that man to make up for Doriane's mistake? The Gillards never even cared about you. When things go wrong for them, they sacrifice you and don't care about your happiness." He said in a soft and calm voice so as not to sound aggressive. He tried to hide his tightly clenched hands under the table.
Danera smiled wryly and said, "I am still the daughter of the Gillard family, after all. I can't ignore my family bearing the consequences of the Wilde family's anger. If the Gillard family is destroyed, I will have nothing."
"But still ...."
"It'll be fine. At least Zayn didn't treat me badly. He was just being cold to me. I can bear it. This marriage is only temporary. When Zayn gets bored and wants a divorce, or Doriane comes back, I... I won't be needed anymore." Danera's face looked a little sad before turning indifferent as if the flash of sadness in her eyes was an illusion.
Frans' expression seemed to calm down at Danera's words. "Is it really like that? You're okay with Zayn getting divorced and returning your place to Doriane?"
After all, Zayn Wilde was a man who was hard to ignore because of his family background and his good looks.
Frans read several articles about Zayn Wilde, and the celebrities who were his clients often talked about him. They said that marrying Zayn Wilde was like marrying a god. It was an almost impossible dream, and they were even willing to warm his bed if it was possible to seduce him.
Unfortunately, Zayn is not like many other rich men who like to play with women to the point that it is almost impossible to seduce him.
Zayn is very ambitious about expanding his company, Wilde Group, overseas and becoming CEO at a young age. He doesn't care about messy sexual relationships between men and women. He had only one lover for many years and never changed partners.
He is a respectable and handsome billionaire that all the women in Capital City aspire to be.
Is Danera not tempted to have a man like that in front of her eyes?
Danera's expression was indifferent as she said, "I don't want to have empty expectations. Zayn only likes my sister. Doriane's betrayal made him hate me because my face is identical to Doriane's."
Danera didn't tell Zayn her true feelings because Frans didn't need to know. She would be a shameless woman if she wanted her sister's man.
Although Billy wanted Danera to keep the marriage and get pregnant as soon as possible, Danera was not very optimistic. She would just follow the path of fate. Either Zayn would divorce her, or Doriane would return and take her place.
Frans looked at Danera's face carefully, wanting to see her true feelings. But he restrained himself and smiled.
"Since you said that, I can't advise you anymore. If you need anything, you can find me, and I'll help you with whatever you need."
Danera smiled, feeling relieved after talking with Frans. "Thank you, Frans."
"You don't need to resign, and you can come to the studio anytime and help me. I know you love your job and don't want to quit. I won't accept your resignation."
"Frans, thank you ...." Danera looked at the man with teary eyes. She was really reluctant to leave her job.
"But for now, I'm using Doriane's identity; I can't be myself in front of others. My parents and the Wilde family don't want anyone to find out that Doriane has run away with another man. I can't work under my identity as Danera."
"Those people-! They're too much!" Frans looked angry at Danera's words.
"Danera, you can't just give up! If you want- I'll help you leave this country." He gave Danera a pitying look and gritted his teeth.
"Thank you, Frans, but that's not necessary. This problem won't be solved just by running away. I don't want you to be dragged into my problems either."
"Danera ...." Frans looked at her helplessly.
"But I will still consider your offer. I will come sometime when I am free." Danera said with a smile. She checked her watch and was surprised to see that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
"It's almost late, and I'll come again. See you, Frans." Danera stood up and waved at the man.
"I'll drop you off."
"No need, I can go by myself." Danera smiled and waved at the man, and turned to leave.
Frans stood up to escort Danera out of the studio, but she had already disappeared. He sighed grimly at the thought of his conversation with Danera. The look in his eyes became cold.
The Wilde family ...
***
Danera exited the studio door and was walking away when suddenly an older woman was pushed in front of her. Danera spontaneously restrained the older adult's body from falling to the ground.
"Madam, are you alright?" Danera asked worriedly, examining the older adult's body.
The woman already looked old with almost white hair, and yet her face still looked durable with few wrinkles. She was dressed very eccentrically, wearing a bright yellow coat and a wide round orange hat. Even her high heels had mismatched colors.
"Ouch, ouch, my waist is gouty." The older adult held her waist and complained of gout.
"You old woman, if you don't have money, don't eat at our restaurant! How dare you not pay!" A woman's voice was heard yelling at the door of the restaurant.
Danera faced the woman and reprimanded her. "Can't you talk nicely? You don't need to be rude and push an old woman."
The waitress looked slim and pretty, but her expression was fierce. She was ruffled at the waist, staring at Danera with a sneering expression. "It's wrong that the old lady came to eat at this restaurant but didn't pay. I was kind enough to send her away without paying, but she insisted on staying."
The older adult raised her chin haughtily and scolded the waitress. "You stole my watch. I won't leave until you give me back my watch. Hurry up and give me back my watch, you thief! It was a gift watch from my daughter! Hurry up and return it before I get angry and call the manager to fire you!"
Danera didn't expect the frail-looking old lady to be so tough and scold the waitress back. She even looked haughty.
The waitress sneered. "A watch? You don't even have any money; how can you have a classy watch and accuse me of stealing? How dare you accuse me of stealing! This is my watch! You're the one who stole from our restaurant and didn't pay, you old beggar!"
"Beggar? You're a very disrespectful young man! I'm not a beggar! So, as you know, I own a company that makes millions of dollars every day! I can even buy this restaurant and fire rude waiters like you!" The older adult puffed out her proud chest, looking very arrogant.