Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 213

After Dante furiously dismissed Yasmine, she had stormed out of the banquet hall.

As Dante turned around, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a dark figure slipping into Quinn's private lounge.

Even though it was just a split-second silhouette, he instantly recognized the broad shoulders and posture of Quinn's hired bodyguard.

A fierce scowl twisted Dante's features. Maintaining his flawless public facade, he raised a hand to politely excuse himself from the billionaires trying to toast him, quietly instructing his assistant to handle the networking.

With a terrifyingly cold aura radiating from him, he marched straight toward the lounge.

His steps were measured, but every stride carried an oppressive, freezing hostility.

The lounge door was shut. Dante grabbed the handle and forcefully pushed it open.

The room was quiet, bathed in soft, warm light.

Even though Raymond was standing fully upright and Quinn was sitting properly on the sofa, Dante's predatory instincts immediately picked up on the residual, suffocating intimacy lingering in the air.

A murderous, violent darkness flooded Dante's eyes. The temperature in the room plummeted.

"What exactly were you two doing in here?"

Quinn leaned back against the leather couch and met his icy, interrogating glare.

Even though her ankle was still burning where Raymond had just touched it, and the subtle tension of a man kneeling to dress her feet still hung heavy in the room, she felt zero obligation to explain herself to Dante.

After all, Dante was the one who had shattered their marriage first.

"Exactly what it looks like. Nothing."

"Are you out of your mind, Quinn? Do you know what kind of event this is? Why would you bring him here?!"

"Being alone in a closed room with another man while the press is swarming outside—do you have any idea the kind of scandal that could trigger?"

Dante's voice rose to a furious roar, masking the violent, agonizing jealousy tearing him apart from the inside.

Raymond, on the other hand, stood perfectly relaxed. His posture was impeccably straight, his expression an mask of absolute indifference.

"Watch your tone, Mr. Hayes."

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