Wed To The Forbidden Uncle

CH 7

"Exactly! Anyone who can establish good relations with the Walker family might expand their business to the capital someday. Callan, don't forget us old folks when that happens!"

"Haha, of course, of course. It's all thanks to my daughter having some connection with Mr. Dexter. I'm truly honored to have the Walker family's investment," Callan replied, feeling quite pleased with himself as he pulled Zara over to introduce her.

"Zara, come say hello to all the uncles here."

"Hello, everyone. I'm Zara," she said with a slight bow, earning a chorus of praises.

"Haha, like father, like daughter! Mr. Rivers, you've raised a wonderful girl."

Some of the younger family members nearby took a second look at Zara, already making plans in their minds.

Meanwhile, Mercy stood off to the side, seemingly forgotten by Callan, who didn't even bother to mention her.

Not long after, a commotion erupted at the door as someone announced, "Mr. Dexter is here!"

Everyone perked up. The elite circles of the capital were notoriously exclusive and rarely mingled with ordinary wealthy families. Meeting an heir from a top-tier family was a rare opportunity.

Dexter entered in a custom-tailored black suit. Even in a wheelchair, his aura, cultivated by generations of a prestigious family, commanded respect and awe from those around him.

Callan, with Zara, approached to greet him. "Mr. Dexter, you're here."

Dexter gave Callan a faint, polite smile. "Ah, Mr. Rivers, I've heard much about you."

This was enough to leave Callan Rivers feeling both honored and envious of others. "Oh, it's nothing, really."

Zara was surprised to learn that Mr. Dexter was actually in a wheelchair, which made her hesitate for a moment. But Michelle gave her a gentle nudge from behind, "Zara, Mr. Dexter is here. Why not go say hello?"

So what if he was in a wheelchair? Plenty of people were still eager to get close to Dexter. Didn't she see all those socialites glancing over?

"Dexter," Zara bit her lip, reluctantly greeting him. She was worried about what she would do if he decided to use his power to take advantage of her. It wasn't her fault she was so beautiful!

"Who are you? Do I know you?" Dexter frowned at the overly unfamiliar woman. Who allowed her to call him so casually? If it were Mercy calling him that... Dexter's gaze drifted for a moment.

Hearing this, the Rivers couple's smiles vanished instantly.

Zara was taken aback, "You don't know me? Then why did you..."

Just then, Mercy returned from the restroom and seemed to spot Dexter from afar.

"Mercy." Dexter wheeled himself over to her and the two of them chatted happily as they found a quiet place to sit.

The onlookers had mixed expressions, unsure of what was happening.

"Was that also Mr. Rivers’ daughter?" someone asked, noticing they had been standing together.

"Yes, yes, that's my younger daughter," Callan finally breathed a sigh of relief, trying to mask his surprise and feign calmness like the others.

"Hahaha, Mr. Rivers’ daughters are all stunningly beautiful," someone exclaimed.

Another person whispered to their companion, "What's the deal with Mr. Rivers’daughter, though?"

"Who knows? She's just full of herself," the girl replied with disdain.

With so many people staring at her with strange looks, Zara felt as if she was being publicly humiliated. Her face turned green with embarrassment. She gritted her teeth, cursing Mercy in her mind, blaming her for this humiliation. She didn't even consider that her own lies had led to this situation.

In a corner of the banquet hall, Mercy was focused on eating a small cupcake, while Dexter watched her as if he could never get tired of it.

A strand of hair fell over Mercy's face. Too lazy to use her hand, she tried to blow it away, but it soon fell back, tickling her cheek.

"Hehe..." Dexter chuckled softly and gently tucked the hair behind her ear. His cool fingers brushed against her warm earlobe, making Mercy shiver slightly, her cheeks turning a rosy pink.

He's so gentle, she thought.

A moment later, Dexter was called away, leaving Mercy to wait for him.

Zara seized the opportunity to approach, her eyes red with anger, looking like a madwoman.

"Mercy, did you do this on purpose, just to see me embarrassed?"

"What are you talking about?" Mercy put down her fork and looked at her calmly, as if she had all the time in the world.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew Mr. Dexter earlier?"

Her dad had just pulled her aside for a good scolding, saying she embarrassed him in front of others and even her mom was too scared to stick up for her.

"You never asked, so why would I tell you?" Mercy found her reaction a bit baffling.

"You!" Zara was fuming. She continued, "So, what's your relationship with Mr. Dexter?"

"He's just my boss." Mercy tapped her finger lazily on the table. "He'll be back soon, so if you don't have anything else, you might want to leave."

So, just an employee.

"Hmph, Mercy, let's see how long you can stay smug!"

Zara stomped her foot and stormed off in frustration.

When Dexter returned, he took Mercy to meet Timothy. After delivering the congratulatory gift, they left. The Chen family wasn't influential enough to invite him; he only came because his grandfather and Timothy were old acquaintances, so there was no need to stay until the end.

The three of them headed to the parking lot.

Gavin first helped Dexter into the car from the ramp and then went to the front to drive.

The car's interior was spacious and Mercy sat next to Dexter. She discreetly lifted her heel and saw that it was indeed rubbed raw, letting out a small hiss.

"What happened?" The man, who had been working on his tablet, turned to her with a gentle inquiry.

"It's nothing, just the heels rubbing a bit." Realizing she had caught his attention, she quickly waved it off.

Once the wound scabs over and falls off, it'll be fine. Mercy didn't think much of it.

The man glanced at Mercy's silver high heels, then reached into a nearby cabinet and handed her a pair of brand-new men's slippers. "Change into these first," he said.

Mercy obediently took them, kicked off her heels and slipped on the slippers, feeling instantly more comfortable. The slippers were pure black, making her small feet appear even whiter, like jade, with the red marks on her heels standing out more prominently.

Seeing this, Dexter rummaged through another spot and pulled out a first-aid kit, finding a tube of ointment. "Mercy, give me your foot," he instructed.

Gavin, who was driving in the front, hadn't noticed what had happened earlier. Hearing this, the car swerved slightly. He thought to himself, Is the boss really this bold?