Irina's POV
I glanced at Ashley's pitiful state and didn't waste my breath. A sharp snap of my fingers brought stone-faced bodyguards flooding into the room. "Remove her."
Ashley thrashed wildly, her expression twisted with rage. "Don't touch me!"
Her struggles proved pointless. In moments, they seized her firmly, hauling her away as she screamed and fought, leaving only a lone red stiletto behind. "Annie, do something! Help me!"
As if Annie would risk it. She remained frozen in place, silently hoping the chaos wouldn't splash back on her.
Someone's phone camera clicked from the crowd.
"Erase those!" Ashley screamed, frantically trying to hide her face behind her hair.
Her voice diminished as they dragged her out, and at last, quiet returned to the room.
I smirked, facing Harvey. "So, Harvey, you were aware of her charity fraud scheme, weren't you?"
He swallowed hard, immediately feigning ignorance. "Me? Haven't got a clue what you mean, Ms. Brent."
