Arthur’s POV
I grabbed Jennifer’s arm and dragged her out of the ballroom, my grip tightening as I pushed through the guests, my pulse hammering in my ears.
She barely resisted, walking beside me with a smirk that made my blood boil.
We stepped into the dimly lit corridor, away from prying eyes and curious whispers. My chest heaved with anger as I shoved her against the cold stone wall.
“How did you find out?” I demanded, my voice barely above a growl.
Jennifer laughed lightly, unfazed by my aggression. “Oh, Arthur,” she mused, brushing nonexistent dust off her sleeve. “Do you really think I will go as far as adopting Ava without finding out some things.”
“I knew it,” I growled, my piercing cold glare locked onto her as I fought the urge of biting her head off. “You adopted Ava to threaten me.”
She scoffed. “You are delusional, just like your father but anyway this isn't about me…this is about you.”
“How could you do this to your daughter?* I snapped.
“Are you blaming me for not tel
