She caught sight of the waiter carrying the thick soup as he was about to pass by her, a hint of scheming flickered through her eyes!
Without a change in her expression, she shifted her foot slightly and reached out toward the waiter.
"Ah—" The waiter, holding the tray, was caught off guard by her sudden trip, and the thick soup spilled in Zoe Yale's direction!
Nobody expected such an accident to happen, as they all helplessly watched, the bowl of soup was about to splash onto Zoe Yale's face, Sally Brown's hands tightly clutching the napkin, a smug smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
At that critical moment, Charles White, sitting beside Zoe Yale, didn't think twice before throwing himself toward her, pressing her petite body against his broad chest.
His blazer was quite wide, and with a twist, he firmly protected her.
