Chapter 10
au thu manchard Beatris – emirlerting iming expiration, a dorm of retorts brewing on the tip of her tongue. come to when a sharp commanding male were sliced themicly the temonn like a krafr. “Lloyds, if you pijs can’t even
and imposing his brood choulders Alting not an expensive tailored wit that seemed almost
onor of his charista hit harder. Ha hier was the kind thu
women want to throw themselves at him, but the
and nme framed his features perfectly, but it was the hard press of his lips and the dangernon glint in his gaze that really
che came, the more imposing for became, his gorgesan fare almost ton stamming to look at.
the crowd intimctively parted, giving him a clear path to Aurora.
apped his suit jacket off and draped it ver her shoulders with a ramal posessiveness that sent ripples of whispers though the
„Aurora glanseed at the jacket, the material familiar sent her skin. It reminded her of her dying moment in her past life when this very man had
looked più like this one. The warmth felt the same. It always came frown him.
sed in Aurora’keyes
a fleeting memeni, a ram ficken of softness plowed
as she looked at Dorm Unlike everyone else, the wain’t intimidated by his
Many in the room didn’t recognize. Davon, but the way the heads of the most powerful families suddenly grew stiff and formal told everyone this
Mr. Harrison” Beatrix’s voice wavered, betraying a flicker of unease that most wouldn’t catch, but Daxon certainly did. Being from Jydratica, she
z like: Anew far more about him than the others in the room. Her usual composure faltered as she instinctively stood, the tension in the air crackling !
was so rattled she didn’t even notice the sting of the fresh cuts on her face.
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Daxon didn’t qure her so much as a glance. His focus was on Aurora’s injured hand, and his brow furrowed with cond
sensing her opportunity slipping. Beatrix tried again, asking tentatively. “Mr. Harrison, do you know Miss Aurora Crawford”
A cold sweat broke out across her back. If Dason is backing Aurora, this isn’t just about me not getting my revenge anymore. The consequences
In a desperate attempt to turn the situation in her favor, Beatrix ripped the bandage off her face, revealing the wound. “Mr. Harrison, you don’t know the half of it. Aurora, with no respect for her elder, struck me across the face, leaving this wound”
She then pointed dramatically at Jaxon, trying to involve him in her twisted narrative. “She even tried to attack her own father. She’s cruel and out of control, with no sense of propriety”
Jaxon raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother correcting her. He wasn’t sure what connection Dason, the Harrison family’s head, had with Aurora, but considering she had only been back for a few days, he felt there was no way she could know someone of that stature, So, he let Heatrix’s assumpoon — slide, not feeling the ored to clear things up.
Dan’s eyes narrowed as they swept over Beatrix’s face, making her think her words had finally hit home. Feeling a rush of confidence, she continued, “And just look at the rara she’s wearing. I was simply being kind, suggesting her not to wear a fake, but she insulted me
“I tried to correct her, and she hit me Who behaves like that! She’s nothing but a violent, ungrateful brat.”
Beatrix, assuming Dason was stepping in to help her, wasted no time rattling off every petty accusation, hoping to paint Aurora in the Worst possible light. Her words tumbled out in a rush, like she was trying to squill every dirty secret before Dason could form a different opinion.
man in from of her. But what truly caught her off guard was that he seemed to be
Maura couldn’t help but stare at the breathtakingly handsome standing up for Aurora
She took a step forward. “Aurora, why don’t you just apologize to Mr. Newton? You made Mom buy you that ridiculously expensive dress, and then you had the nerve to spill juice on mine. We’re family, and I can let that slide, but now you’re acting like the world owes you something. You can’t just do whatever had things you want out here?
Everyone in the room seemed convinced that Dason, with all these complaints against Aurora, would surely see her in a bad light. But his response came like a slow, deliberate verdict.
“Huming you
[ your enemy at the cost of wounding yourself. Not a wise strategy. Daxon said plainly, as if summarizing a business deal gone wrong.
Aurora raised her hand, blood still trickling from the cuts in her palan. She blew softly on the wound, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. 1.
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riced. How could someone not fear pain unless the sounds unde are for deeper? He studied
he carried an air of something lost, something broken. She reminded him of
ming thingh the termino. This pure Tended on the family doctor. Come here and tend to her wound”
mady at Patitek. A flickey of desperation creed Patrick’s eyes, warning the doctor that Dason was someone
on at the other
her own face still untreated
denna mere mention of her maiden name was connigh to make her fall ident
meme like nogalny in Me
by her muiden name. But now, Thixon, someone much,
srrassment, yet she didn’t dare to protest.
all, even though, her father was part of the Chapman family in fyluatica, they were merely a side branch. Daxon, however, was the head of the
“Assault and defamation. Which rouse would yosi prefer –Tegal action of compensation?” Daxon’s tone was as calm as if he were discussing the
om the gilash sola, puking iparrystal glass fream the table and tapping it lightly. The sharp, meloelic chime rang out,
pement, the contrast was striking. The room full of prople stood tensely, while only Duson and Aurora sat. He was completely at ease, and
usatiom Beatrys had thrown at Aurora had now boomeranged back with full force.
Everyone knew Harrison Group’s lawyers were undefeated. Beatrix knew she couldn’t deny the assault charge, but she wasn’t about to take defamation bring down
Harrisoni, might I ask how I’ve committed defamation” Beatris ind to maintain her composure, though her voice wavered slightly.
Daxoni’s attention shified briefly to Aurora, who sat calmly as her wound was treated. Her uninjured hand propped up her chin, and her eyes sparkled with ruiscfact as she watched him. There was no fear or greed in her gaze–just a sharp curiosity, a kind of wicked amusement.
She’s still in the mood for a show after all this? Bold, I’ll give her that, Dason thought, a faint smile tugging at his lips,
“You publicly accused her tiara of being a fake” he said smoothly with a smile. “That tiara, by the way, was designed and delivered personally by Lavalier Jewel head designer to me. I then gifted it to Miss Aurora Crawford. Do you really think I would give her anything counterfeit His words were measured, but the underlying challenge was clear.
Bratt
› face turned a glastly shade of pale. She knew Dason had the clout to obtain a tiara from Lavalier Jewels, but the idea that he would casually hand over something worth tens of millions of dollars to Aurora was hard to swallow. And most importantly, that brand was a symbol of prestige and status
“Oh. Mr. Harrison, you
you must be joking” Beatrix’s voice wavered, fear creeping in. She realized that in accusing Aurora, she had indirectly insulted Dazon. And offending Daxon was a mistake very few dared to makr
“Well then, maybe we’ll opt for compensation. How much do you think is appropriate?” she stammered, her voice shaky as she struggled to maintain her cotoposure.
The prison you wronged is Mass Aurora Crawford. Why don’t you ask her?” Dason said coolly, his eyes lingering on Aurora’s injured hand as if the Matter barely concerned him.
Relief Blooded Beatrix’s chest, Aurora, in her mind, was just a country girl, used to the finer things in life. She figured a few hundred thousand dollars would more than settle the store.
Forring a smile. Beatrix said. “Miss Aurora Crawford, in terribly sorry for staining your dress. How about I offer you the entire new season’s collection from Thom & Goltex as compensation?”
The value of the collection rauly approached three million dollars, a sum that Beatrix wouldn’t have considered if Daxon weren’t involved.
Kunclothes from Thom & Goues didn’t interest Aurora one bit. What she wanted was cold, hard cash. Her eyes flickered towards Daxon, who seemed to be sisting back, watching the show unfold.
Aurora didn’t miss a beat. “Mrs. Newton, it’s not just about the dress. You outright accused me of wearing a knock–off–a gift from Mr. Harrison himself. That’s not just an insult to me. It’s a hit to his reputation as well. Surely, a few dresses won’t be enough to cover the damage caused by such
think?”
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