Sheila’s heart started racing. She shot a worried look at Nicholas, hoping he’d know what to do. Nicholas spoke up, his voice low but not as harsh as before. “Jonah, maybe we can just settle this quietly. Ms. Olson is my guest, after all.”
Jonah gave him a sly little smile. “Trust me, I can see that much. But if word got back to my grandfather that the Watson family’s heiress got pushed around and we did nothing… well, that wouldn’t sit right with anyone.”
Tension filled the air as Jonah’s people and Nicholas’ people closed in around Sheila and Tina. The event organizers rushed over when they realized something was up, bowing nervously to Nicholas and Nelly. “We’re so sorry, this was our mistake. Please, would you all move to a private room?”
The auction was still going, and nobody wanted a scandal in the main hall. Nelly exchanged a look with Jonah, and the two of them left first. As soon as Nelly disappeared, Tina could barely stand. Sheila caught her just in time, though her own nerves were shot. She still couldn’t wrap her head around who Nelly really was.
Nicholas came over, and Sheila turned to him with tears in her eyes. “Mr. Watson, this is all my fault…”
He gave her a reassuring look. “I know. You didn’t have much of a choice.” He kept his voice gentle and leaned in a little. “Don’t worry. I’m here.”
Sheila was young and stupidly in love. With Tina’s influence, it wasn’t surprising things had gotten out of hand. On top of that, Jonah and Nelly were both playing a deeper game, and it was impossible to know what they were really thinking.
The organizers led everyone to a small, private banquet room, laying out tea and snacks with endless apologies, trying to smooth things over. They had no idea what had actually happened, but upsetting the Watson family was always bad news.
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