Chapter 709

The pretense of civility had long been shattered, and Georgia no longer bothered with even a shred of warmth toward Ariana—not even the fake kind. If before she had merely resented Ariana for stealing her daughter’s picture-perfect marriage, now she despised her even more for being the reason her own marriage had crumbled. Her voice was icy, laced with venom, a far cry from the gentle, composed demeanor she once feigned. Ariana, long accustomed to Georgia’s hostility, barely reacted. But the words themselves gave her pause. Without turning her head too obviously, she cast a glance at Mrs. Harper, her brow furrowing slightly before she asked coolly, "What do you want?" Georgia’s lips thinned. "I need to speak with Kendra. Tell her that if she refuses to see me, she’ll have only herself to blame." Frankly, the demand almost made Ariana laugh. She was admittedly curious about how the wife of Harper Corporation’s chairman had gotten involved with Georgia. But to say this to *her*? Ridiculo