Zachary Redgrave stared at Zelda Miller, his expression dark. The woman was completely unpredictable and not easy to deal with at all.
Seeing Zachary Redgrave practically fuming, Zelda Miller finally felt a bit of satisfaction.
"Even if you manage to get rid of me, trust me, Mrs. Redgrave will just find other women for you to meet. Who's to say some heiress won't take a liking to you and threaten to die if she can't marry you? Wouldn't you be in huge trouble then?"
"How about I be your shield?"
It was as if a lightbulb went off in Zachary Redgrave's head. He looked at Zelda Miller, suddenly realizing she wasn't so bad after all. The key was that she made a very good point.
Given his grandmother's personality, she would relentlessly and tirelessly keep setting him up on blind dates.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch. What are your terms?"
Zachary Redgrave casually crossed his long legs, his dark mood lifting.
