Henrietta laughed coldly. “You care about that? If you cared, why would you agree to the blind date in the first place? You knew at the birthday party that I had been in a long-term relationship. Besides, I didn’t choose you, so what exactly is bothering you?”
“Henrietta!” Joaquin ground out her name. “You have a sharp tongue!”
“I said, let go!” she repeated, her face like ice.
The head of the Sargent security detail pointed at Joaquin. “Didn’t you hear her? Let go of our young mistress! Who do you think you are, causing trouble at the Sargent estate’s gate?”
As her guards moved to intervene, Joaquin’s men stepped forward to block them. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just lay a hand on our boss!”
The two sides squared off, tensions escalating.
“Call Madam Sabrina!” one of the Sargent guards ordered.
“Don’t,” Henrietta commanded. She didn’t want to worry her mother. Sabrina had already been stressed when Henrietta chose Matteo over an arranged marriage, and she didn’t want her to know that the first potential match she’d agreed to consider had turned out to be this unhinged.
She fixed her gaze on Joaquin. “What is it you really want?”
Before he could answer, Yosef arrived. His bodyguards were far more imposing, shoving Joaquin’s men aside with brutal efficiency. Faced with Yosef, the Leland guards instantly lost their nerve.
“Mr. Leland, you certainly have a flair for the dramatic,” Yosef said, his voice dripping with ice. “Bringing your guards to someone’s home to corner and bully a woman. How very impressive.”
Both Joaquin and Henrietta turned to look at him.
“Mr. Nash?” Joaquin said, surprised.
Henrietta’s brow furrowed, but she remained silent, focusing all her energy on freeing her wrist from Joaquin’s iron grip.

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