At that time, those influential people would probably give Stella York a hard time too.
Evelyn Sherman just thought of this and quickly turned to look at the Butler.
"Butler, has the gift I ordered for Miss York arrived?"
"Yes, Madam, it has been delivered," the Butler responded promptly.
Evelyn Sherman wanted to say something else, but Chester Yale had already picked her up and was heading towards the sofa.
"Chester Yale..."
"Call me again, and I'll kiss you." Chester Yale placed her on the sofa, his hands propped on either side of her, his thin lips just a centimeter away from her lips.
A cold threat.
He simply couldn't tolerate any distractions. Regardless of whether Lucas Scott had other intentions towards her, she couldn't pay more attention to other men than she did to him.
Ideally, her eyes would see only him, then he'd be reassured.
