Chapter 43: Locked with My Mistake
Anna’s POV
I stood in the center of the grand banquet hall at Olympus Club, watching the tension between Jack Simpson and Samuel Griffin gradually escalate. My meticulously planned party was slowly turning into a psychological battlefield, with Samuel deliberately provoking Jack at every opportunity.
I quickly interjected: "Mr. Griffin, both Mr. Simpson and I aren’t people who settle for less. Our divorce simply means we’re both better off going our separate ways. Isn’t that right, Mr. Simpson?"
Something flashed in Jack’s eyes-hurt, perhaps, or anger-but he quickly masked it with a smile. "Ms. Shaw’s personal affairs aren’t any of your concern, Griffin." He took three flutes of champagne from a passing server’s tray. "I’m late. I believe that means I owe a penalty."
Jack downed all three glasses in succession, his eyes never leaving Samuel’s face.
He set the empty glasses on the table.
Without another word, he walked away toward Logan at the other side of the room.
"Your nephew lacks his uncle’s maturity," Samuel called out, loud enough for others to hear.
Jack’s back stiffened momentarily, but he didn’t turn around.
Samuel’s comment confirmed my suspicion-he knew far too much about the relationships between Jack, Marcus, and me. He wasn’t just testing waters; he was deliberately stirring trouble.
The evening continued, with me moving between various groups. I raised my glass frequently, toasting to partnerships, prosperity, and other diplomatic platitudes.
Catherine caught my arm. "Don’t get drunk again," she warned, "I won’t take care of you if you pass out."