i"Pay attention," Steve interrupted smoothly, still holding her wrist, prompting her to look ahead.
"Nat," Mia murmured helplessly, hoping to get her out of here.
She was sure, no one would bid on Natalie, leaving her embarrassed in front of hall full of entire business world or rather a scum would bid on her.
"She is strong enough to deal with it. Don't worry," Steve assured, though his voice remained cold and far from any genuine concern.
Mia shot him a glare. "I don't need you to tell me that. And if you think you can mess with this best friend of mine, then you can dream on. Natalie is not like that slut Nora...Ugh..."
The grip on her wrist tightened the next moment, making her wince in pain. Steve's calm facade slipping for just a moment as his eyes flashed with anger.
Mia, ever defiant, didn't back down. "Are you angry because I said my best friend is out of your reach, or because I called your precious 'love' a slut?"
