Claire released Julia's wrist just as the other woman staggered backward, barely catching her balance.
Eyes wide with disbelief, Julia shot a sharp glare at Evan, her voice dripping with mockery. "You must be joking. Her? Your most valued client? Dressed like that?"
Evan's brows knit together, irritation flashing across his face.
His tone was calm but firm. "I'd advise against judging people by their appearance, Julia. Claire is indeed one of my esteemed clients."
Harrison, who had been watching from the sidelines, took a step forward, his expression darkening with concern. "Claire, are you alright? Did they do anything to you?"
Claire gave him a sweet, reassuring smile. "I'm fine. It's just that someone deliberately stepped on my shoe and said a few nasty things." She huffed dramatic
