Chapter 97 A Heated Argument
- Reginald's eyelids twitched as he watched Cynthia's round, almond-shaped eyes flutter like autumn water. He pulled Cynthia out of the ballroom.
- “Tell me why you're here first. Then you can leave.”
- Cynthia, who was being questioned, kept her mouth shut and stood obediently in place, looking helpless and aggrieved like a schoolboy being lectured by a teacher.