“Get out,” Mr. Watts barked, leaning in with raw contempt. “You’re not welcome here. Beat it.”
I smiled faintly. “Isn’t that enough? You’ve gotten what you wanted. Why keep up the act? The ceremony’s starting soon. Shouldn’t your boss be here by now?”
Just then, the dressing room door was pushed open, and then a man about my age swaggered in like he owned the place.
“Miss Young, will you marry me?” he asked loudly.
“Mr. North, you're finally here!” Mr. Watts excitedly said.
As such, the room rose as one to greet him, the NorthStar heir.
"Judging by that attitude, you must be the one really calling the shots, huh?" I remarked.
He stalked toward me with a predator’s ease and complimented, “Kid, gotta hand it to you. You’re clever.”
“But being too clever can backfire,” he soon added, voice oily with amusement.
He carried himself with more arrogance than even Mr. Watts.\
Even so, I just gave him a single cool look and then turned my gaze away from him.
“Been waiting a long time for today, right?” I said.
He nodded, pity crossing his face as if I’d been deprived of something. “Mr. Dalton, I hear you refused to sign that marital agreement? What a shame.”
He tapped out a cigarette and smiled. “You just lost your one shot at joining the upper class.”
I shrugged and let out a light, easy laugh. “If that’s what it takes, I’m fine with walking away.”
He blinked in surprise. “You’re not angry at all? I practically stole your fiancée.”
I waved a hand, still smiling. “Why would I? In fact, you did me a favor. If you hadn’t stepped in, I’d have no idea how to explain any of this to Mr. Young.”
With every exchange, I kept control, while the NorthStar heir’s face had gone pale with frustration.
“Then get out of here before I make someone teach you a lesson,” he snarled.
I cocked an amused smile and waved him off. “Mr. North, don’t rush. Before I go, I want to call my grandfather.”
With that, I pulled out my phone in front of everyone.
“Hello? Grandpa? It’s me, Trevor.”
The moment he heard my voice, Grandpa chuckled warmly. “Well, my dear grandson! What’s got you calling at this hour? Have you met your future bride yet? What do you think of her?”
I glanced meaningfully at Miss Young across from me, then gave a cold, mocking smile. “Actually, Grandpa, that’s exactly why I called. I was going to tell you that your future granddaughter-in-law’s been stolen.”