Chapter 532

• Madam Emili’s face paled, fear gripping her as she dared not utter another word. Ivan, however, turned to Gavin with an ingratiating smile, eager to ease the tension. “President Gavin, please have a seat. No need to just stand there!”
• Meanwhile, Joan lowered her gaze, her cheeks tinged with a shy blush. Gavin was the most perfect man she had ever encountered—wealthy, powerful, and incredibly handsome. If she had the chance to marry him, she would do whatever it took.
• But Gavin paid no attention to any of them. Instead, he clasped Liza’s hand and led her to the head of the table, claiming the most prominent seats without hesitation. Settling in, he leaned back slightly, his voice cool yet commanding. “I’m curious, Madam Emili—why exactly were you reprimanding my wife? What terrible thing has she done?”