Third Wheel

Alex glanced at him with indifference. "Mr. Hans, I don't remember what you're referring to."

"Heh, that's fine," Tom said awkwardly. "Since you don't recall, I won't say more." He looked at Simon. "Apologize again!"

Simon, though unwilling, swallowed his pride and repeated, "I'm sorry, Alex. Please don't take offense."

"Hmph," Alex said coldly. "I don't care about you, but you'll pay for your actions!"

"What should I do to make amends?" Simon asked hesitantly.

"Spare me, Alex! I promise I won't do anything stupid again!"

"You better remember that," Alex warned before turning to Claire. "The banquet is starting. Let's go."

"Okay," Claire said, holding his arm as they walked away.

Tom hurried after them. "Alex, may I know Mrs. Miller's name?"

Alex ignored him, and Claire remained silent.

Simon watched Claire with lustful eyes. Her white dress hugged her curves, and her beauty was undeniable.