A single glance was all it took for her to recognize 'her'—the woman who had been clinging to Vicente in the restaurant earlier.
Her eyes flicked to the hand still gripping Vicente's arm, and the initial shock in her heart was instantly swallowed by a surge of white-hot fury.
"Vicente, you actually brought her here?
To introduce her to me, or to rub it in my face?"
Tears spilled uncontrollably from her eyes like scattered pearls, her entire body trembling with rage.
Helena hadn't expected his good intentions to backfire so spectacularly.
Helena turned to Melissa, trying to explain, "Miss Taylor, you've got it all wrong—"
"Shut up!
You don't get to speak here!"
After all, Melissa had been doted on by the Taylor family and her brother Taylor since childhood.
Even in anger, she carried an air of authority.
Helena blinked, both surprised and amused by the little firecracker's outburst.
