"The attack happened at the wrap party, which was full of people, many of them wealthy. So why did he target Henrietta specifically? Are you going to tell me you had nothing to do with it?"
Yosef stared hard at Artina, his expression and tone glacial. His domineering and aggressive presence was enough to make most people tremble.
Artina's confidence evaporated, replaced by a surge of guilt. Henrietta wasn't sure what she was feeling, but she couldn't take her eyes off Yosef. He had actually rushed back for her, arriving at the perfect moment, just when she needed him most. A profound sense of security washed over her.
Having someone—having this man—stand so forcefully by her side... it was incredibly reassuring. It made her feel safe, supported, and grounded. It was a solid, unwavering steadiness that was both intoxicating and addictive.
"What's wrong, Ms. Harmon? Nothing to say?" Yosef's voice grew even colder, more relentless. He gestured for his bodyguards to step forward.
Artina finally snapped out of it, forcing herself to suppress her panic. She quickly replayed the events in her mind. She had been so careful, so discreet. Her plan was flawless.
Composing herself, Artina said, "I don't understand what you're implying, Mr. Nash. So what if the man who attacked Ms. Sargent was an obsessed fan of mine? And so what if I met with him? What does that prove? That I ordered him to attack her? Where's your proof?"
"Do you have any evidence that I orchestrated the attack on Ms. Sargent? If not, then this is slander!"



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