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.
