“You’re right. Since Jason is so talented, it would be a waste to let him just sit second chair. Why don’t we hand over the entire case to him? Daniel and I can step aside.”
Sophia froze, her face darkening instantly.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me?”
“Ethan Parker, I came to discuss this nicely. Do you have to spit in my face?”
Her mask had slipped so quickly, it almost amused me.
But I couldn’t blame her. No one knew better than she did how incompetent Jason really was.
The case was already halfway through, and not just anyone could handle it.
I stayed silent, watching her tantrum with calm detachment.
Finally, breathless with anger, she snapped:
“Fine! You’re mad because I showed Jason the lace lingerie, right? Tomorrow I’ll wear it for you instead, happy?”
“A grown man sulking over something like that—aren’t you ashamed?”
Even now, she thought I cared about lingerie.
“No thanks. Secondhand things disgust me. Better save them for Jason.”
Sophia paled, her face flashing between red and white.
She refused to admit anything and lashed out:
“Ethan Parker, I’m your wife! How dare you slander me!”