I’d heard that tone countless times before. In New York’s elite circles, it was inevitable that some desperate upstarts tried to puff themselves up. I’d crushed enough of them over the years that no one dared talk to me like this anymore.
Marco didn’t hear the contempt in my voice. He clapped his hands.
Immediately, a group of men in black suits filed in, surrounding the stage.
“Kid, if I’m unhappy today, you won’t leave this place alive.”
“Get out of here, Nicholas! I don’t want to see you again!” Evelyn snapped, her voice sharp.
“Did I ask you to speak?” Marco snarled, glaring at her. “Do you think I’m blind? Can’t you see you’re still protecting this guy?”
Protecting me?
I caught her gaze for a moment. Worry flickered in her eyes.
Could she really have been lying just now?
Evelyn shook her head quickly. “I just don’t want to be connected to my past anymore. Besides, today is our engagement—why should my ex-boyfriend have any part in it? And if people talk about it afterward, wouldn’t you lose face?”
Her tone softened, almost coaxing. “Marco, I’m thinking of you.”