The murmurs swirled around us and I saw Clyde Mancini's expression darken, his gaze narrowing with growing irritation.
The next second, Clyde suddenly shot to his feet, pointing at me as his voice rang out across the room.
"Azalea! Put your hand down right now, do you hear me?!"
"You're spending my family's money! How dare you compete with me?"
I leaned back in my chair, calm as a stone, meeting his eyes with an air of indifference.
"Clyde, I'm still your wife, after all. Show some respect when you talk to me."
"If I want something, why should I back down for someone else?"
"And besides, I've never spent a single cent of your family's money. So don't talk nonsense."
I let the words sink in, my gaze sharp and steady.
"Not a single cent of your family's money, so don't twist the truth."
Clyde's face reddened with fury.
"Azalea, haven't I told you to call me President Mancini in public?"
"You're nothing but a dog my family raised. You and I have nothing to do with each other!"
I sighed softly, staring at him intently, "President Mancini, is this really how far you'll go for your little secretary?"
From the moment I stepped into the auction hall, something had felt off.