There was no way she could hold it in.
Josephine Grant was so enraged by Shirley Thorne that she burst into tears.
Fearing the crowd would notice something was wrong, Leo Graham quickly led her to the nearest lounge.
Warren Grant, his heart aching for his daughter, followed them. Before he left, he shot an impatient look at Susan Langley and ordered, "Keep a close eye on things!"
Susan Langley nodded and bowed, a fawning smile plastered on her face. Even an imperial eunuch from ancient times would have looked more dignified.
'In her mind, that was a sign of Warren's trust!'
With a look of sheer adoration, Susan Langley returned to managing the art exhibition, seemingly injected with a new lease on life.
Inside the lounge, Josephine Grant had cried her makeup into a mess. Black tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, and one had dried into a black speck on her chin.
Leo Graham fought back a wave of nausea as he helped her wipe it away, filled with utter disgust.
