"So who are you putting on this show for?"
Abigail Hemsworth's eyes flickered for a moment, and she didn't speak immediately.
Seeing this, Travis Miller pulled a sarcastic smile, and the mocking laughter in his voice made Abigail feel a bit embarrassed.
"On one hand, you're not interested in me, but on the other, you want me to relent for someone else's sake..."
Abigail lowered her eyes, avoiding looking at the handsome man's face that was pressing down on her.
Travis's gaze stayed on her smooth and full forehead as he spoke, his voice chilly, yet his warm breath burned her skin.
"I turned her down during the day, and tonight she came back with backup to trap me, you know? If I had agreed during the day, maybe out of ten, she could have given me one or two decent artists, but now...how many do you think she'd arrange for me?"
Rejecting the toast only to drink the penalty...
What Arabella Vanderbilt had predicted was true, word for word.
