The icy, razor-sharp voice slices through the suffocating tension straight from the open doorway.
The temperature in the dressing room plummets below freezing.
"Ethan Caldwell, you are a married man," Nathan growls, his voice vibrating with a suppressed violence as he glares at the Caldwell heir. "Stella is literally working on this very set. Do you lack even a basic shred of human decency?"
"What Stella does on this set is none of my concern," Ethan retorts. "The real question is about you. You claim you came here to visit your sister, yet instead of finding her, you are cornering her greatest rival in a private room."
The two titans of Harlow trade venomous barbs, neither willing to yield a single inch.
Sensing the perfect opportunity to make her exit, Luna casually swings her bag o
