Chapter 705 Protective Mother

• Eloise's lips curved in a hostess's polite smile, yet every syllable she released glittered with frost. The threat lay so casually between clinking glasses that a collective shiver rippled through the hall, as if someone had opened a winter window.
• No wonder, they thought, anyone born of the Brooks family carried steel beneath silk; every last one of them was built for battle.
• Ninette felt those stares land on her like drops of acid—disgust first, contempt next, but nowhere, not in a single pair of eyes, did she catch even the faintest glimmer of pity.