Tessa shot me a venomous glare.
"You are just some woman who could not handle his little tests," she said. "Now you are crawling into Trent's lap, is that it?"
Trent spat on the ground near her feet.
"Count yourself lucky that I do not hit women," he said.
Then he seized Joel by the collar and raised his voice to a roar.
"You call that a test?" he demanded. "If you wanted to prove that she was not after your money, fine. But what right did you have to make her suffer alone?"
He continued, "Joel, while you sat there enjoying your air-conditioned office this summer, did you ever once think about Sylvia hauling coffins up that godforsaken mountain under the blistering sun? Who gave you the right to test her? Who?"
To everyone's shock, Joel, who was normally the first to throw a punch,
