Shawna's emotions settled slightly.
But she still stared at Holden with hatred burning in her eyes. Her voice was cold as she answered, "This youngest son of the Linton family nearly killed my friend."
One simple sentence was enough to make everyone's expression change.
Holden's brows drew tightly together. He was just about to say something when his father stopped him.
"Mr. Quinn, Mrs. Quinn, if there is anything to discuss, could we move somewhere else?"
After all, this was Old Mr. Linton's birthday banquet. It would be unseemly to let things get any uglier here.
Zane reached out and wrapped an arm around Shawna's shoulders.
"Fine."
Holden's father was preparing to take them to a room on the second floor to talk properly.
But clearly, Holden had no intention of cooperating.
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