Eva Flynn let out a sharp, derisive snort, adjusting the strap of her designer handbag as she looked at Dominic Mylod with a mixture of pity and disgust. "Ignore him, Laila," she said, leaning into her fiancé’s arm. "The man is delusional. He’s a total head case. Let’s head inside and show these two what real power looks like. Let them witness the difference between a high-society heir and a charity case."
Laila Barwick nodded, smoothing his silk lapel with a trembling hand he hoped no one noticed. "Right. I’ll let this one slide for now, but he’d better watch himself. Next time, I won't be so generous." He tried to project an aura of calm authority, though the icy chill he felt from Dominic’s earlier gaze still lingered in the marrow of his bones.
With a practiced swing of her hips, Eva
