“You!”
The man’s reply hit harder than any slap, and Sheila’s confidence shattered on the spot.
Jonah didn’t even glance at them. He simply took Nelly’s hand and started to walk away.
Nelly froze for a second, surprised by how natural Jonah’s gesture felt. But she didn’t pull her hand back.
Sheila, quick to act, signaled to the bodyguards. “Don’t let them leave.”
The guards hesitated, but they moved to block the way.
Jonah didn’t bother looking at them. “Move.”
Sheila tried to compose herself, straightening her posture a little as she spoke to Jonah. “You’re with the Watson family, right? You must know Mr. Nicholas Watson. Mrs. Garland and I are his guests, and this is a private matter between us and Nelly. Please, don’t get involved.”
But the cold way Jonah looked at her made Sheila’s heart skip.
“Sheila, I’m really trying to be polite here. I didn’t plan to deal with our issues tonight,” Nelly said, letting out a deep breath. She stopped, not wanting to make things harder for the guards.
“Polite? What do I care about being polite for? I’m not the one pretending to be Ms. Watson, stealing jewelry, or cheating on my husband and daughter to climb the social ladder,” Sheila replied, a sharp smile on her face.
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