Pete stood stiffly, staring at the closed doors as if they had personally insulted him. His jaw tightened, and the veins along his neck bulged faintly.The humiliation of being thrown out in front of reporters, guests, and business partners burned through him like acid.Around them, a few people who had also stepped outside lingered nearby, whispering quietly while pretending not to stare.Zoe was the first to break the silence.“Mr. Jordan Sr., don’t be absurd,” she said with a scoff, folding her arms across her chest. Her tone carried that familiar sharpness she used whenever she believed she was the smartest person in the room. “Petra’s just riding on someone else’s coattails. Don’t fall for it.”Her eyes moved quickly between Pete, Eric, and Martins as if she was trying to pull them back under her control before doubt settled in their minds.Without waiting for anyone to respond, she quickly slipped her phone out of her handbag. The screen lit up instantly, reflecting across her f
Read more