The receptionist glanced nervously between the guards, desperately trying to find a way to push Selina out before things escalated.
"You think highly of yourself. Aren't you the woman who harmed Mr Hudson, Clarissa's father? Our soon-to-be heiress? I'm giving you my last warning — leave before I call the police and charge you with fraud and intrusion," the receptionist said, scoffing.
Selina's gaze sharpened, about to respond, when a calm yet angry voice echoed behind her. Bragging about Clarissa being the soon-to-be heiress didn't stir jealousy inside her, just a lazy yawn.
Power struggles? No, she was too disinterested to get involved in such things.
What mattered most was her parents' company not to fall in those hypocritical hands.
The receptionist glanced between the security guards, scrambling her thoughts to drive this woman away to finish her task when they heard a gentle voice tinged with rage.
"Selina, what's going on?" Noah's voice resonated from behind.
