A threat! This was simply a bare-faced threat.
Who would have thought Maxwell Peary was this kind of person, and that his subordinates shared the same traits?
"You!"
Veins throbbed on Mr. Swan's forehead from anger. For the first time, he felt deeply disappointed in his own daughter.
He knew better than anyone that Maxwell Peary would not fabricate anything.
"I hope we won't meet again."
Owen Lewis managed a smile before sauntering off.
Instantly, the grand engagement banquet was left with only the bride-to-be.
"Today's banquet must continue."
Mr. Swan clenched his fists. It couldn't simply end like this!
"Continue what?"
Her face stained with tears, Belinda Swan turned and fled to her room.
It had all happened. She would never be able to hold her head high again.
"Nia Mitchell!"
She hated Nia Mitchell! Hated her! If it weren't for Nia Mitchell, she would have been engaged to Maxwell Peary by now.
