"If you can't have my love, that doesn’t mean you should throw yourself away. Causing a scene in public, heh, do you really think any man will take you seriously after this?"
The fabric of my dress had been yanked so high it was nearly at my chest, yet my brother still refused to let go.
Instead of backing down, Nicholas’s words only seemed to fuel his aggression.
"If you don’t want to embarrass yourself any further, then get out."
Clutching my torn neckline, I rasped out in defiance.
"As a family member of the event’s organizer, I was personally invited to attend this dinner. None of you have the right to throw me out!"
After saying this, a stunned silence fell over the crowd.
"Family of the organizer? But the organizer of this ceremony is the legendary Rosendale tycoon, Victor Lexington. His cross-border trade empire spans the globe and his wealth is immeasurable. He’s a true powerhouse."
"But isn’t Mr. Lexington an orphan with no known relatives? Wait… could she be his wife?"
The red-hatted reporter’s eyes widened in excitement while my brother, who had been gripping my arm, suddenly froze.