Chapter 1597

"Ms. Fiona, I've never done you any wrong, so why are you treating me like this?" Angel stood up, trembling with anger, pointing a shaky finger at Fiona. "I know you're close to Mr. Ford, and I just wanted to introduce myself. Maybe even form a connection. Even if you're not into socializing, you shouldn't treat people like dirt!" Fiona stayed quiet. A perfect example of using someone else to do the dirty work!

With everyone around murmuring and pointing fingers, Fiona calmly finished her last bite of shrimp cocktail before setting down her utensils. She had suspected this banquet would be trouble.

"What nonsense are you all spewing!" Nash rushed over, pushing Angel aside to shield Fiona. "She's nothing like what you're accusing her of."

Nash's defense only seemed to fuel the gossip.

"Who would've thought Fiona was so crafty? Not only has she charmed Mr. Ford, but she's also got the young Woods heir wrapped around her finger, speechless."

Fiona gently tugged on Nash's sleeve, signaling him to drop it.

"I didn't know that at this event, even the Woods family had no say."

Jackson's voice cut through the crowd, and people automatically parted as he approached. Meeting Fiona's gaze, he smiled slightly, "Fiona, have you had enough?"

"Yes, I'm good."

"Then let's head home."

"Okay."

stunned to react as

with Fiona becoming the center of public scrutiny, labeled a heartbreaker. Meanwhile, rumors swirled about Jackson having a peculiar obsession, with some speculating that Fiona and

desk at work, Jackson didn't even bother looking at it before tossing it

to the

the caller ID, Fiona felt a headache coming on. It was Nash's

his

she wouldn't let this

on marriage all these years just to drop this bombshell

the playful roar from the other

tone was light-hearted,

what

bring Fiona home tomorrow. I miss her

design drafts," Jackson teased, chuckling. "Fiona's still young, and you don't find it a hassle asking her

like this? Enough talk,

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