Chapter 143 Taking Her Home

• Everyone stood frozen in shock, their gazes flicking between Hazel, who looked utterly disoriented, and Zachary, who had been assigned the task of warming the bed with the finest linens.
• Zachary stood calmly outside the door, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. His mood darkened at the sight of Hazel, already intoxicated. His sharp brows furrowed, and his lips pressed together in a thin line of displeasure.
• The high society women of Maritown were nearly beside themselves with anger. How dare Hazel behave this way? What gave her the audacity to humiliate Zachary so brazenly?