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She put on the perfect facade of two people who didn't know each other at all.

Zachary looked at her quietly. His gaze wasn't aggressively cold, yet anyone standing near him couldn't help but feel a suffocating wave of pressure.

He retracted his gaze. "Are we playing strangers? Tell me how you want me to play along."

He genuinely seemed entirely unaware of why Winona was suddenly acting like they didn't know each other.

Silas glanced back and forth between the two, a profound realization dawning in his eyes.

Just as he thought. There was definitely something going on between them.

Winona ground her teeth. She already knew Zachary had been deliberately tearing down her walls lately, likely just to watch her lose control of her emotions.

She was terrified that if she spoke another word, he would casually expose even more.

She quickly turned to Silas. "Mr. Chandler, let's head inside."

Having gotten exactly what he wanted to know, Silas politely addressed Zachary. "Mr. Shaw, shall we?"

Even though these two clearly had a history, they seemed locked in a tense standoff right now.

Women, naturally, had their tempers and always expected a man to coax them out of it.

Just like the mistresses he kept on the side.

And men always needed an easy out, which was exactly the social bridge Silas was offering Zachary right now.

It was an unspoken mutual understanding among men.

When a man was in a good mood, he didn't mind pampering his little pet.

However, he was still slightly surprised that Winona had the guts to act so aloof in front of a man with that kind of power.

She was truly weaponizing his favor.

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