“Olivia, what the hell do you mean by this?”
Olivia kept her face cold, stepping directly in front of me to shield me.
“It doesn’t mean anything. I’m just standing up for the man I love.”
“All these years, I’ve seen what kind of life Daniel has had in the Smith family.”
“I’ve never cared to associate with people like you, and I only came here today out of respect for him.”
“But if you dare bully my fiancé like this, don’t blame me for being rude!”
The White family was wealthy and powerful, and Olivia herself had immense resources.
These people dared to point fingers at me, calling me shameless.
But none of them dared to offend Olivia or the White family behind her.
My mother quickly calmed Eric, then hurried over with a forced smile to smooth things over.
“That’s not what we meant. We’re all family—eating together, joking around. It was just a joke, don’t take it to heart…”
Just as the atmosphere was starting to ease, Eric suddenly stood up and strode toward Olivia.
With a cold laugh, he splashed red wine across her face.
Then he yanked open her blouse and ran his finger across the faded tattoo on her collarbone.
His eyes gleamed with the mockery of someone convinced of his superiority.