Now divorced, it appeared Hannah still couldn’t resist stalking him.
“Fuck off! Do you honestly think that jerk is royalty?” Lydia silenced Eliana before the latter could utter another insult.
Turning around, Hannah said to Declan and Eliana with a touch of apathy, “Miss Patel, perhaps you should spend more time in front of a mirror. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Feel free to chase me away once and only when this shareholder revokes my right to attend the event.”
Declan’s expression shifted abruptly. For the entirety of their four-year marriage, Hannah had been submissive, never daring to oppose him. However, ever since he broached the subject of divorce, she seemed to have transformed into a different person altogether.
She had become sharp-witted and dignified.
“Why the tone? You think seeing Miss Phillips makes you great?” Sadie, unable to contain her fury, snapped.
“How dare you disrespect the Edwards family like this? I’ll have you escorted out this instant!”
She turned around and signaled to the nearby security guards.
“Remove this instigator right away…”
Her words were cut short as the crowd parted like the Red Sea, making way for an imposing figure. The only sound was the rhythmic thump of leather boots on the floor. Everyone held their breath, fixated on the man who was approaching.
This was Bryson, Valmere’s most esteemed resident and the true power behind the East Coast’s business operations.
Declan straightened up as he acknowledged Bryson, who had slowed his pace.
“Mr. Mitchell, it’s been a while since our meeting at Westridge Villa. You seem just as…”
Bryson, tall and upright, brushed past Declan without a word.
Then Bryson paused. He tilted his head slightly, locking eyes with Hannah, who was leaning against the railing, peering down.
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Instinctively, Hannah straightened up. Before she could avert her eyes, Bryson chuckled.
“It’s been ages, Miss Moore.”
His eyes were penetrating, and his smile was magnetic. It was enough to captivate any girl with a single look.
Hannah was mildly astonished that Bryson even remembered her.
“It’s been a while, Mr. Mitchell.”
Grinning, Bryson glanced back at his assistant.
“Put all of Miss Moore and her friends’ expenses on my tab today.”
Caught off guard, Hannah protested “That’s not necessary, Mr. Mitchell. You really don’t have to…”
She was on the verge of pointing out that they weren’t close enough to warrant such a gesture.