The hall fell deathly quiet. Mickey watched Gloria leave and wanted to follow her, but the benign-looking woman held him down and shook her head. She looked both worried and relieved.
The looks on the others' faces were diverse, but most of them were gloating. They couldn't wait to see severe punishment befall Lance and his family.
Jeffree looked surprised, yet was strangely not angry. He looked at the Gloria's seat, and then started cutting his steak. "Eat."
"Father, Gloria is—" Aurora started.
"I'd feel more comfortable if you wore a veil over your hideous face instead of applying a thick layer of face powder," Jeffree said coldly. He forked a piece of medium steak into his mouth. "If I ever catch you using those magic drugs again, I'll disown you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father," Aurora answered quickly, and lowered her head.
