“Slander him?” The rage sparked in his eyes as his face twisted into a scowl.
Seeing him flare up for nothing serious, I suddenly felt relieved. “Isn’t that
what you said, Bryant? That we should always have evidence.”
With that, I turned and walked toward my room.
Behind me, Bryant was barely holding back his rage, sparing only a terse
reply, “Six o’clock.”
“Got it!” I didn’t even look back.
My agreement wasn’t for him but for Mark. I remembered how badly Mark got
treated at the family chapel and suddenly wanted to be there for him tonight in
case Violet tried to embarrass him again. It was my turn to have his back,
especially with Mrs. Ferguson’s influential name at my disposal. Why waste

it?
After showering and getting ready, I applied some makeup.
For an occasion like this, simplicity and elegance were key. I opted for a tight
black dress embroidered at the hems and knee-length, showing off my
slender legs.
At six o’clock on the dot, in my lambskin heels, I was ready downstairs.
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Hearing me, Bryant looked up. A glint of admiration passed through his eyes
as he stood up, “Let’s go.”
I agreed, “Okay.”
Having parked the car at the front, the driver hurried to open the door for us.
I got in first, sliding to the far side, and turned to look out the window. Silence
filled the ride.
Bryant handed me a jewelry box as we neared the Larson Mansion. “For
you.”
I opened it to find an emerald necklace inside, obviously expensive and a
perfect match for my dress.
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