“Catherine Summers! How dare you attack in public?” he shouted.
I pressed my own weapon against his chest, the weight of our history and the betrayal between us tangible. “Daniel Wright,” I said coldly, “you haven’t forgotten what I am capable of, have you?”
The room froze. The bodyguards hesitated, uncertainty flashing across their faces. Daniel’s hands moved, aiming at me reflexively.
Tonight wasn’t just about spilled wine or a ruined banquet. Tonight was the moment the Harbor docks’ power dynamic changed forever. Daniel Wright, who had once been my confidant and partner, was now a rival. And I would remind him why the Summers family, and I personally, could never be underestimated.
He might have thought he was teaching me a lesson, but the true lesson was yet to come—and it would be delivered on his terms, not mine.
The banquet hall still buzzed from the chaos. Blood had been cleaned, music resumed, and the guests had all but forgotten the earlier scandal, but I couldn’t forget. Daniel Wright had paraded Rachel Parker as if she were his fiancée, flaunting my humiliation.