Chapter 90

Janice's high heels were too tall. She twisted her foot and stumbled forward, falling straight into Zachary's arms. She appeared delicate and pitiful, her beauty like a fragile flower. It stirred a sense of tenderness in others. Cynthia couldn't help but admire Janice's performance and how seamlessly she combined beauty and "accidental" intimacy. Truly, Janice was a master of manipulation. Zachary stared at the woman in his arms, so different from the Janice he thought he knew. He couldn't deny that she looked stunning, but her beauty felt far too deliberate, and that made it unappealing. More importantly, he wasn't oblivious. He knew she had transformed herself after listening to Cynthia's advice the previous night. He raised his hand and gently pushed her out of his embrace, his voice cold and emotionless, "If you can't walk in heels that high, don't wear them." Janice had spent two full hours perfecting her makeup and styling herself today. She believed that men were drawn to