Faced with the girl's inexplicable hostility, Aurora Sterling did her best to appear friendly. "Hello, I'm Aurora Sterling, your cousin's fiancée."
The girl shot Aurora a look and said bluntly, "I didn't ask you. Why are you butting in?"
'Great. Another one who can't stand me,'
Aurora thought with a sense of resignation.
"Sylvia Vaughn, I'll give you one more chance to speak properly," Damien Valerius's icy voice cut in. His obsidian eyes, fixed on the girl, were clearly layered with anger.
Sylvia Vaughn froze. She was clearly a little scared of Damien Valerius. After his cold reprimand, she immediately clamped her mouth shut, her lips forming a pout.
The adults in the private room heard the commotion at the entrance and turned to look. It was only then that Aurora noticed that besides Yvonne Vaughn and Damien Valerius's aunt, there was just one other person: a rather lean, middle-aged man. Aurora didn't even have to ask; she knew he must be Damien's uncle, Scott Vaughn.
