"Miss Hawking, if I were you, I’d just drink the champagne obediently. Otherwise, you'll have a hard time explaining yourself when you go back," she sneered.
I looked at her coldly, my tone neutral.
"Holly, I’m warning you one last time. Don’t. Push. My. Limits."
"The Mr. Woods you keep talking about only achieved his current status because of me."
"The truth behind it all isn’t something you people would ever understand."
I said this hoping the so-called business elites around me would back off. Holly’s provocation wasn’t my main concern anymore. Rather, I needed to find out who was truly behind this setup.
If my husband was involved, then things would get very interesting.
Three years ago, the Woods Family was nothing more than a third-class company. They were on the edge of bankruptcy. That was when James’ father, Benedict Woods, approached me.
His first words were that I had to marry into the Woods Family. The man also claimed it was a childhood marriage arranged by my father before his death. Since I had always been filial and to honor my father’s last wish, I reluctantly agreed.