Chapter 908:
Robin’s thoughts flashed to Vickie—the woman who’d been waiting for years to marry Dylan—and his fury deepened. Was Dylan planning to fulfill Herbert’s last wish by marrying Vickie? And now he was pretending Christina meant nothing? What a hypocrite.
Dylan tamped down the rage bubbling under his cool exterior and turned to the young man. “What’s your name?”
Seeing Dylan seemingly disregard Christina and ask for his name instead, the young man lit up inside. Dylan was going to take his side! Ha! Christina and Robin were finished. Suppressing his glee, he offered a toothy, flattering smile. “I’m Damien Ortiz, the heir to the Ortiz Group.”
“When you called Miss Jones ‘used goods’—do you have anything to back that claim?” Dylan’s eyes darkened, dangerous and razor-sharp.
Damien didn’t hesitate. “Of course! She’s a used-up ex-wife from the Dawson family, and she’s got some sugar daddy on the side. She clearly gets around, before and after marriage. Why else would the Dawsons cast her aside? One glance at her and you can tell—she oozes promiscuity. I’ve seen her type before—always flirting and seeking attention from men everywhere. She definitely showed up just to catch someone’s eye.” Pausing, he added, “No way she got invited on merit. Must’ve had her sugar daddy pull some strings. Honestly, which tasteless sap would want a woman like that, let alone bring her to a formal event like this? She’s bound to upset Margot.”
As Damien kept running his mouth, a sleazy grin tugged at his lips. He failed to notice the way Dylan’s face turned to stone, his expression clouding over like a brewing storm.
An icy pressure spilled off Dylan’s body, heavy and creeping through the air like a warning.
Damien had no clue that the “tasteless sap” he was mocking—was Dylan himself.
Damien looked up at Dylan. The moment his eyes met that icy, soul-piercing stare, a chill crept straight down his spine.
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 ➝ g⸽a⸽l⸽n⸽o⸽v⸽e⸽l⸽s⸽.⸽c⸽o⸽m
Dylan’s gaze struck with such raw intensity that it demanded both fear and reverence in equal measure. Like a man facing down a judge on high, Damien’s legs began to quake beneath him.
“Isn’t that right?” Damien managed to say, barely keeping himself from collapsing entirely.
Dylan answered with a voice like frost, “Your words held some truth. Upsetting my grandmother is not desirable.”
Those words sparked a flash of smug satisfaction across Damien’s face, and a sly grin curled on his lips. He knew it! Christina and Robin were done for!
Damien lost himself in the fantasy. With Dylan stepping in on his side, the Ortiz name would soon shine brighter than ever in Lorbridge. So many of the city’s elite were watching—surely, they’d be eager to shake hands with the Ortiz Group after this!
The crowd exchanged glances, their murmurs rising in hushed waves.
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