Jordan Nash stood there holding his silver medallion like it was the crown jewels, his face flushed with righteous indignation. The crowd leaned forward, sensing the confrontation that was about to unfold.
I remained seated, completely relaxed. Let him make his grand gesture.
"The Nash family has been a pillar of Jiangnan Province for over two centuries," Jordan continued, his voice rising. "Our influence spans industries, politics, and the martial arts world. We can offer Miss Vance protection that goes far beyond what any other family could provide."
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd. Many of these people owed their livelihoods to Nash family enterprises. They knew which side their bread was buttered on.
Mrs. Vance stepped forward, seizing the moment. "Clara, darling, perhaps you should consider—"
"Mother." Clara's voice cut through the noise like a blade. "I can speak for myself."
