"Laura's image doesn't quite fit the campaign, so I've arranged other engagements for her.
She can resume work after her vacation."
Upon hearing this, Laura's eyes blazed with fury, her face flushing with patches of crimson and pallor.
After a tense silence, she lifted her gaze to him and enunciated each word deliberately:
"Brother, is it because of her that you think I'm unsuitable?
You'd choose a woman like this over your own sister?"
Her eyes red-rimmed, Laura fixed a piercing glare on Beauty, as if aiming to strike through her very heart.
Lucas's gaze turned frosty as he responded in a low voice, "This has nothing to do with her.
I've always separated professional matters from personal affairs."
Emily and Laura's expressions darkened further, their knuckles whitening as they gripped their teacups, too incensed to speak.
In that moment, Beauty felt unexpectedly grateful toward Lucas.
