Joseph immediately stepped forward, his voice protective. "Eve, let me—"
But Evelyn stopped him with a small gesture.
She smiled politely at Natalie. "I'm sorry, Miss Martinez. I'm in a hurry, my car's already waiting."
Natalie's lips tightened slightly, but she maintained her grace. "Of course," she said smoothly, even though her gaze flashed with annoyance.
Evelyn didn't linger another second. She gave a polite nod and walked away, her steps calm and unhurried even though her pulse raced.
As soon as they walked toward the hallway, she exhaled. "Well… that was unnecessary."
"Why do I feel like she wanted to start a fight?" Jackson asked.
Joseph frowned. "Probably because she lost the bid. Or maybe she's jealous."
"Jealous?" Evelyn asked, pretending not to understand.
Jackson grinned. "Come on, Eve. She was glaring at you the entire night. Maybe she doesn't like that you were sitting next to your husband."
