Chapter 14

The face looked oddly familiar to Elizabeth, but as she stared at him, trying hard to recall where she had seen him before, Dante had flared up in rage.

“Who is he? He's one of your boy toys, isn't he? Don't you know you're supposed to get rid of them as the married woman that you are!” Dante yelled, pointing a finger at Taylor's nose in rage.

He didn't recognize who the man was and quickly assumed the worst.

Taylor swallowed a painful lump as her body trembled in shock and heartbreak.

She slowly glanced up at Charles, who had gulped down the champagne with a nonchalant look. However, he glared at Dante when he heard the middle-aged man's words to Taylor.

Instead of speaking to Dante directly, he turned to Taylor with the most respectful look he could muster, “Mrs. Radford, who is this?”

His question made Dante blush in embarrassment. How could this brunt claim not to know him! Most importantly, how could Taylor keep such a rude person as a friend? Look at him, he didn't even bo