Astrid added with a sly grin, “I heard you’re from Washington. Perfect timing. Some big shots from your neck of the woods will be here later—the true heirs of the capital’s elite. I’ll introduce you to them and let you see what real power looks like.”
“Thanks in advance,” I said with a laugh I couldn’t quite suppress.
Just then, a group of young people swaggered into the room. Their arrogance was palpable—it was obvious they were Astrid’s crowd.
One of them, a young man with a sneer, leaned toward me. “You should’ve stayed out of this, you know?”
“You really think Damian can protect you?” another chimed in.
“Here’s the truth,” a third said with a smirk. “Even if you hadn’t shown up today, Astrid wouldn’t have let you off. Do you really think she’d let someone who spent four years with her fiancé walk away unscathed?”
The fourth one even waved a phone at me. “Want me to call the cops for you?”
Harriet's POV
The group around me laughed openly, their taunts relentless.
Still, I ignored them, keeping my eyes on my phone. It wasn’t worth engaging with these people.
But one thing became clear amidst all this.
Damian was, in his own way, trying to protect me.