"Sorry, but you are...?"
Harrison's smug grin froze on his face.
Harrison knew damn well this woman was deliberately humiliating him.
His hand, tucked in his pocket, clenched into a tight fist, the crack of his knuckles drowned out by the surrounding chatter.
Camilla hadn't bothered to lower her voice, and nearby guests overheard her loud and clear.
"Mrs. Luther doesn't recognize Harrison?"
"But they just met at the charity gala—how could she not know him?"
"With someone as outstanding as President Luther, it's no wonder Mrs. Luther doesn't have eyes for other men."
"Even if she didn't recognize him at the charity gala before, yesterday's scandal should have made it obvious."
"So you're saying Mrs. Luther is doing this on purpose?
But why?"
"Maybe precisely because of the scandal." ...
