Chapter 232

Mrs. Green was practically fuming, her voice rising with fury. “Don’t think I won’t slap you! Just because you've got a man backing you, you think you can strut around like this? Do you even know who my husband is? He’s a big shot in both business and the design world! One move from him and you’re done!” Samantha Quin let out a low chuckle, raising an eyebrow with mock fear. “Ooh, I’m so scared. Classic case — bark louder when you’ve got someone to hide behind.” Helen Green’s face twisted in anger. “Did you just call me a dog?!” Right when she looked like she was about to explode, Patrick Green, who'd been taking a call nearby, suddenly turned pale. Just then, a cold, sharp voice cut through the air. “Samantha Quin isn’t someone you get to talk about like that.” Everyone in the room perked up, the atmosphere snapping taut. A ripple went through the crowd as people shifted aside, instinctively clearing a path to the man who’d spoken. At the end of the walkway stood a tall, flawless man