Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Whitney adjusted her shawl and stood tall, exuding authority in the presence of those women.

"Tell me!" She raised her voice, projecting majesty. "I think I heard you say that my nephew is a... cuckold? I'd like to know how you came to that conclusion."

The women knew Whitney was not to be offended and smiled as they attempted to leave. Unexpectedly, Whitney didn't let them go, her voice escalating.

The onlookers turned their attention, and an awkward tension filled the atmosphere.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Whitney scoffed, glancing at Maisie behind her. "This is my nephew's wife. Don't you know her?"

"We do, we do..." the women said softly.

"Then why did you criticize her?"

"You misunderstood us, Ms. Kinglake!" Danielle explained with a smile. "We were just chatting. We—"

the line. How dare

Whitney disliking Maisie, she

tried to intervene, but Whitney raised her hand, glaring

"But I'm not afraid to stir trouble at all! I heard the horrible things that you guys said loud and

many mediocre celebrities out there who love to get ahead by flirting with men. Since you managed to say that, you

"You—"

We're in the same circle and know very well how

among the onlookers, leaving the

and a bigshot in drama. That's why we shut our mouths when you spoke... But you're just too

me tell you that my family has more than literati. We also have military commanders! If I hear you spew nonsense again, slandering my

a threat, leaving the women too embarrassed to

chin, watching

drama concluded, and everything returned

her. Turning