“What’s happening here?”
The brunette immediately softened her tone and offered a polished smile.
“Michael, I’m Vanessa Montgomery. We just arrived, and unfortunately your maid destroyed my glass.”
The other four women slowly gathered nearby, watching the scene like curious spectators.
A blonde woman crossed her arms.
“Well… that’s quite the welcome,” she said coolly. “I’m Olivia Prescott.”
Michael glanced at Emily’s bleeding hand.
“It was an accident,” he said calmly.
“Accidents usually happen to people who lack refinement,” Olivia replied with a dismissive shrug.
Before Michael could respond, Noah slipped past him and hurried to Emily.
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