He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 252

Felicity was so eager to distance herself that her tone carried a hint of resentment, leaving the onlookers with the distinct impression that Lydia was trying to drag her down with her.

The crowd's gazes turned meaningful once again.

Juniper simply laughed. "Looks like you tried to redirect the heat, but she wasn't taking the bait. I guess you two aren't as close as you thought. I won't waste any more of your time—save those little tricks of yours for someone else."

She turned to leave, completely uninterested in tangling with Lydia.

Lydia hadn't expected to be humiliated so thoroughly. Her expression was exceedingly grim, yet she still had to maintain appearances under everyone's watchful eyes.

She clenched her fists tightly, forcing a composed demeanor as she chatted with the people around her to diffuse the awkwardness.

Meanwhile, Juniper had found a quiet spot to sit down, the frustration still simmering uncomfortably in her chest.

She lowered her eyelashes, quietly waiting for Caleb. He was probably still haggling with the two Burmese merchants, meaning she would likely have to wait a while longer.

She sat there for half an hour before a waiter approached her. "Ms. Lane, Mr. Saint has requested you go upstairs."

Her expression faltered. She still owed Nelson nine more times on their transaction. Was he planning to do it at an event like this...?

The upper floor of the charity gala consisted of various wine-tasting rooms, and the doors generally couldn't be locked from the inside.

Her face paled slightly, but those remaining nine times hung over her head like a suspended blade.

The sooner it was over, the sooner she could draw a clean line between them.

Taking a deep breath, she looked down and sent Nelson a text.

[Which room?]

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