Chapter 91

Alexander was freezing cold, practically radiating frost. What were those bodyguards even for? Decoration? "Ethan!" he barked. Ethan immediately led the bodyguards over. One look at Alexander’s face—cold as a glacier—and his sharp gaze instantly locked onto the troublemaker: Daphne. Without hesitation, he was ready to drag her out and toss her at the mall entrance. Who gave her the guts to piss off Mr. Brooks? Because of her, they were all catching heat now. But then Vivian spoke up, calm as ever. "Mr. Pierce, let’s not scare Miss Knight. You guys wait outside." Ethan’s aggressive vibe disappeared in a second. If Mr. Brooks listened to Miss Grant, who was he to argue? So he nodded and led the bodyguards out without a fuss. “This dress is gorgeous. I think I’ll wear it to Eli Sullivan’s party,” Daphne said, her manicured fingers holding up a black card like it was a trophy. Vivian’s lips curled slightly in amusement. Yeah, Tristan had already messaged her earlier today about that black