Vernon’s demeanor softened slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “She hid herself well. Otherwise, we should’ve met long ago.”
I saw Astrid’s expression falter for a moment, confusion flickering across her face. She probably thought he was referring to her, but couldn't I figure out what she had hidden.
Nonetheless, she didn’t dwell on it for long.
Turning to the rest of the room, she announced proudly, “Everyone, this is Vernon Kirk from Washington—a true prince among men. His family has been our greatest ally in Denver!”
The room erupted into exaggerated applause, the guests eagerly putting on a show of excitement.
But Astrid’s eyes locked onto me, still seated on the sofa. Her face twisted with anger as she spat, “You wretched girl! Who gave you the audacity to stay seated?”
Damian immediately chimed in, “Harriet, stand up. Now!”
