Selina's eyes gleamed with mischief. [Sure, but not just yet.]
And when would be the best time for Damien to make his entrance?
Of course—when everyone was basking in their praise for Angelica and James, lost in their sweet little dream.
"Selina, get over here!"
Just as she put her phone away, an angry roar came from behind. James stormed over, his face dark with fury. "What took you so long? The banquet is about to start!"
Selina strolled leisurely. "Mr. Clark wants me to take the fall, yet also demands punctuality? You should be glad I even showed up."
"You—!" James' expression stiffened before he snapped, "What fall? You plagiarized! And you have the nerve to push the blame onto someone else?! In a moment, I will announce your expulsion from Clark Group. Just go up there, apologize, and leave."
Selina smirked meaningfully. "Apologize and leave? Mr. Clark, you're not even going to let me stay for dinner?"
