"So you're the infamous Mrs. Luther," she sneered, deliberately emphasizing the last three words, "the one who's clinging to Mr. Nolan and stopping him from coming up to keep me company?"
Up close, Kiara couldn't help but inwardly scoff at the woman's striking beauty—those fox-like features practically screamed seductress.
Most women would crumble under Kiara's intimidating demeanor, but Camilla remained perfectly composed on the sofa.
Her voice was soft yet measured as she replied, "It's true that I'm Mrs. Luther, but I certainly haven't been 'clinging' to Mr. Nolan or preventing him from accompanying you."
Her dark, expressive eyes fixed on Kiara with a faint smile that revealed nothing of her true emotions.
"To be honest, I barely know him. Nolan was the one who approached me—everyone here can vouch for that."
With just a few words, she laid out the truth. Nolan's lips curled slightly as he watched with amused interest.
*Nolan sought her out?*
