The Anthony Residence.
Nathalie rose from the sofa, staring at her brother Ryan in disbelief.
A mocking smile played on her lips.
"Brother, have you lost your mind?
You want me to apologize to that little tramp?
What were you thinking?"
Ryan's fair face showed no emotion, a stark contrast to his usual gentle demeanor.
His sharp eyebrows furrowed coldly as he spoke, "If you don't apologize to Beauty, do you really think he'll let this slide?
You've targeted his woman."
Nathalie's face twisted with indignation.
Her seductive eyes narrowed sharply, and she clenched the coffee cup in her hand, seething with rage.
"Beauty, his woman?
She's nothing but a servant in the Marson family!
How dare she compare herself to me!"
Spoiled since childhood, Nathalie had grown into a domineering, jealous woman—a fact her brother now confronted with stunned silence.
She slumped back onto the sofa, slamming her cup onto the table.
