Elaine Parker frowned.
She had coordinated elite charity galas for nearly twenty years. Wealthy donors argued. Celebrities created scenes. Politicians lied with practiced smiles.
But something about Isabella's performance felt rehearsed.
Marcus slowly turned.
His eyes no longer carried confusion.
Only fury.
"You expect me to believe that?" he asked quietly.
"I swear it's true!"
Isabella stepped backward dramatically, pressing a trembling hand against her chest.
"She lost control."
Marcus looked at the shattered crystal scattered across the floor.