"You..." Jane Chandler's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, 'your Shaw family'? Are you not one of us?"
"That's a funny question. Let me ask you something. In all the years since I married into this family, have you ever once treated me like I belonged? You berate me, then try to sweet-talk me so you can squeeze more out of me. Do you really think the world works that way?"
"And how many times do I have to tell you? My son is very smart. If you call him slow again, I swear I'll slap you. You can go ahead and broadcast it to all of high society if you want. That is, if you're not afraid of bringing shame and a bad name to the Shaw family."
Jane Chandler was genuinely furious this time. She gritted her teeth. "So that's how it is. Having someone to back you up really makes a difference. You've certainly grown a spine."
Naomi Kenway said, "I won't see you out. But if you're too slow about it, my bodyguards will drag you."
Jane Chandler stormed out of the luxury van.
