"Matthew," Stacey uttered, her tone unreadable, devoid of any discernible emotion.
"Have you made up your mind?" Matthew sounded eager, almost expectant.
Stacey let out a cold chuckle. "Go to the hell," she retorted.
Matthew's face darkened at her words.
"Go public, then," Stacey challenged, her laughter filled with contempt. "It only means that I have even fewer reasons to leave Conor. We will join forces to stand against you, against the Hampton family."
With that, Stacey ended the call. As she put her phone down, it rang again. This time, it was Sally.
"What's up?" Stacey asked, her voice solemn.
"Paparazzi have swarmed the Burton family doorstep. They're hounding Madam Burton. It's even made the news," Sally relayed, her voice tense. "They insist that the Burton family hand you
