Anger swirled in Frank Parker's gentle eyes, and a layer of gloom covered his face. "I made plans to have dinner with a friend here."
Rebecca Kelloway bit her lip, "Frank, let me go. It's indeed my fault for misunderstanding Joanna's brother just now. I should go up on stage and apologize."
Frank's intense gaze fell on Joanna Lawrence's face. "Even if you made a mistake, isn't it enough to apologize in person? Why go on stage? This isn't an apology; it's humiliation."
"I want to know who suggested that you go up on stage to apologize?"
Rebecca glanced at Joanna and pressed her lips tightly without a word.
"So it was you." Frank's gaze at Joanna grew colder, more menacing, and a hint of undisguised disgust surfaced. "I knew you were not a simple woman. You first schemed to bewitch Ashton into a flash marriage, and now you're trying to cause a rift between him and us, his friends. What exactly is your purpose?"
