Sydney's thoughts moved sluggishly, a beat behind. For a moment, she assumed Julian was talking about Penelope's allergic reaction."The wine wasn't poisoned. Penelope just had an allergic—""I meant you," Julian cut in lazily. "When did you become half mute?"She blinked, the sarcasm landing at last. He wasn't talking about the wine. He meant how cold she'd been to his girlfriend earlier.Charlotte, oblivious to the tangle that was the Hampton family, offered a tentative smile. "Maybe Mr. Hampton rushed Ms. Monroe to the hospital?""Right." The word had barely left Sydney's mouth when a faint snort of laughter cut through the air.Julian's cool, distant voice followed. "All bark at home.""Mr. Sterling, not all of us can cut people down with a single sentence," Sydney snapped, her voice tight and measured, each word biting through the tension.What she hated most was how he always stood above it all, passing judgment as if the rest of them lived in the dirt beneath his shoes.
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