Lowering his voice, Michael asked me, "Why are you here? Where have you been these past three months? Why did you block all my contact information? Am I really that unworthy of your affection? If that's the case, then why did you show up here? Do you even realize how important tonight's banquet is to me? Whether the Harris family can gain a foothold in Zeroth City depends entirely on tonight."
He signed. "Three months of drama is enough. This is not the place for you to be causing trouble. Go back to the hotel and wait for me."
Without caring about my protests, he reached into my handbag, trying to find my phone to leave his number in it.
I turned to the side and brushed his hand away.
"Why can you come, but I can't? We're both guests once we enter, does that mean you're more distinguished than me? It's all in the past, Mr. Harris, you should let it go."
He furrowed his brow, a gesture he always made when he was about to lose his temper.
"Taylor, I'll say this one last time—don't make a scene."
Seeing Sarah walking over with her back straight and high heels clicking confidently, Michael grew anxious.
"We’re just a casual friendship, remember? The rest, we’ll talk about it later."