For a moment, Gabriel’s gaze wavered, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. But just as quickly, he stepped back, leaving me clawing at nothing but air.
He ignored my words entirely, a smirk tugging at his lips as he spoke, his tone casual yet sharp.
“Nora, didn’t I warn you? Stop spreading ridiculous lies about marrying my uncle.”
“At this point, you still think you can worm your way into my life.
“Too bad—out of all the lowly paths you could have taken, you had to set your sights on the head of the Prince Family.
“Do you even know who my uncle is? He’s a powerhouse in both business and politics. Do you really think someone like you, a convict, is worthy of associating with him? Let me make this clear, Nora: my uncle despises psycophatic criminals more than anyone else.”
The thread of tension in my mind snapped in that instant.
I never expected Gabriel to think of me as the kind of person who would stop at nothing to climb the ladder.
Three years ago, on New Year’s Eve, he had patted my head, praising me as a woman who was righteous and unafraid to love or hate.