Chapter 3 - Claire’s Arrogance Shatters Instantly Now
Claire’s fork slipped from her manicured fingers, clattering loudly against her fine china plate before skidding across the table.
“That’s... that’s impossible! This is one of the most exclusive restaurants in Manhattan!” Claire shrieked, her composed mask shattering completely.
“Nothing is impossible when you spend decades working seventy-hour weeks while raising an ungrateful son who forgets his roots,” I answered evenly.
Marcus turned his gaze toward Claire, his eyes flashing with icy contempt that made the young woman shrink back in terror.
“You had the audacity to seat the owner of this global culinary group at the far end of the table and serve her only water?” Marcus demanded.
“Owner? She doesn’t look like any owner! She cleans houses and wears discount clothes!” Claire shouted, losing all pretense of high-society grace.
“My clothes are bought with my own honest money, Claire, not stolen from family trusts or inflated credit lines,” I said quietly.
Ethan buried his face in his hands, realizing that his wife’s arrogant cruelty had just destroyed their entire social standing in a single evening.
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“Marcus, please bring me a glass of sparkling water and the property audit files from my briefcase in the car,” I instructed smoothly.
“Right away, Mrs. Hayes,” Marcus replied respectfully, turning on his heel to march back toward the stainless-steel kitchen doors.
