Shandie’s back was soaked with sweat by now. “M-Mr. Nightshire…”
She could yell at Arielle easily, but she dared not yell at Vinson.
Vinson retracted his arm and announced coldly, “I know plenty of people are dying to get my name card, so I’ve never seen someone discarding my name card like trash. Ms. Southall, do you resent me that much?”
Shandie’s gaze narrowed in shock. She swallowed hastily and found her voice. “N-No. It’s because Arielle was outrageous. It has nothing to do with you. I…”
“Pick up that name card!” Vinson cut in impatiently.
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