"You really think you're someone special? If Tony darling wasn't so soft-hearted, trash like you wouldn't even be allowed in the city, let alone this restaurant. Don't try to play the 'respect your elders' card with me."
She straightened up, glaring at me. "Violet Henson, if you know what's good for you, pay up and drag them out of here. Otherwise, things are going to get ugly."
I glanced at the elderly couple. Their chests were heaving, faces flushed a dangerous shade of red. I couldn't risk their health. I had to get them out immediately.
I pulled out my bank card and swiped it.
Transaction Declined.
I tried another. Declined.
A chill ran down my spine. Anthony hadn't just sided with his mistress—he had frozen my assets. He was letting this woman humiliate us and had cut off my lifeline to ensure I couldn't fight back.
I dialed him again. Straight to voicemail.
"I already told Tony to freeze your accounts," Jasmine laughed, the sound shrill and triumphant. She snapped her fingers, and several burly security guards emerged from the shadows.
They rolled up their sleeves, forming a wall of muscle around her.