Chapter 28

Vanessa froze for a second-seriously? This jerk actually regrets it now? What a joke. If Leander hadn't agreed to get engaged to her, boosting her social value, Peter would've never looked back. He always acted like she was beneath him. Would he really change his mind for no reason? Not a chance. "No way," Vanessa said, cutting him off without hesitation. Her eyes were cold, full of disgust she didn't even try to hide. Peter knew this could be his last shot. If she walked out now, he probably wouldn't get another chance to talk to her again. He stepped forward quickly, trying to grab her arm, but another hand darted in from the side and locked onto his wrist like a steel trap. "She's mine," Leander said flatly, gripping Peter's wrist just tight enough to make the point hurt-literally. A sharp crack followed, and Peter cried out, stumbling down to clutch his arm. Even then, he didn't dare make a scene. With his face twisted in pain, he forced out a weak explanation. "Mr. Steele, you've