At the mention of my impending marriage, Daniel faltered for a moment, about to speak—but Chloe choked out a sob in his arms.
“So Emma thinks playing for me is humiliation. Right, I’m just the maid’s daughter. Even if I saved Daniel once and was adopted by the Brooks family, it doesn’t change my lowly status.”
“I don’t deserve to be with Emma, nor to stay by Daniel’s side. I’ll leave right now.”
She pushed Daniel away and ran out, crying.
I had no interest in their melodrama. I turned and stepped into the dressing room.
Moments later, Daniel kicked the door open, his face dark, yanking me out with a grip like iron. His voice was cold as ice.
“Emma Carter, are you satisfied now? Chloe ran off to Nightshade Club to drown herself in liquor. You’d better apologize and bring her back.”
“Otherwise, forget about me ever marrying you.”
His tone carried complete certainty, as if convinced I could only be coerced by such threats.
Nightshade was the largest entertainment club in the city. Chloe’s bodyguards quickly lost her in the chaos. Daniel, furious and anxious, searched frantically, terrified something would happen to her if he was too late.