"Miss Evans," Otto pleaded, "please hurry! My boss is in a terrible predicament. Time is of the essence!"

Gwenda sighed. Remembering Olivier's heroism during the fire, and everything that followed, she felt sympathetic. "How can I help?" she asked resignedly.

Otto's relief was palpable. "He's at the banquet! Go there now! Be ruthless! Be imposing! Let those women know he's yours!"

Olivier's excited voice crackled in the background.

Gwenda silently mused, "What in the world?"

"Miss Evans, do you understand?" Otto pressed.

"So, I basically need to sabotage the banquet?" Gwenda concluded.

Otto chuckled. "Exactly! You're clever!"

"Alright," Gwenda said. "Give me the address."

"Got it."

Gwenda immediately drove to the location Otto provided. Initially, she planned to simply drag Olivier away. However, arriving at the hotel, she realized she'd underestimated the opulence of the wealthy and their blind date banquets.

Luxury cars—Audis, Maseratis, and Lamborghinis—filled the entrance of the city's largest hotel, dwarfing Gwenda's Buick. She considered leaving, but Otto was waiting. "Miss Evans!" he exclaimed, opening her car door. "You're here!"

"Do we go in now?" Gwenda sighed internally, knowing she was trapped. She switched off the engine and exited the car. "Yes, let's go."

Otto led her to the top-floor banquet hall. It was enormous, divided by a partition. One half was a waiting area filled with elegantly dressed women; the other, Gwenda assumed, housed the blind dates. She glimpsed Olivier's silhouette through the partition.

The women eyed Gwenda and Otto suspiciously, increasing Gwenda's anxiety. She was frantically devising a plan when a strong female voice boomed from behind the partition:

"Mr. Petit, let's not waste time. Our backgrounds, careers, and appearances are perfectly matched. Let's set a date for the marriage certificate."

Gwenda paused. "Wow, she's aggressive," she thought. "So direct!"

Otto noticed her hesitation. "Miss Evans?"

Lowering her voice, Gwenda said, "Mr. Roux, I don't think it's appropriate to just barge in. Perhaps I should go home."

"No way!" Otto's tone hardened. "Miss Evans, you're here to save a life! Didn't you see those women's hostile glares?"

Gwenda remained silent, frustrated and nervous. Precisely because she'd seen those glares, she wanted to avoid a confrontation. After all, ruining someone's marriage could be devastating.