"You really are a sly little fox, aren't you? Not satisfied with seducing my son, now you're after your father-in-law too?"
Cecilia stood up from her chair, words of anger on the tip of her tongue. But thinking of the Diego estate she was in, she forced her temper down and let out a cold, measured tone. "You're speaking rather unpleasantly, don't you think?"
"Unpleasant?" Ivanka's eyes widened in fury as she pointed at Cecilia's nose. Then her gaze shifted to Michael. "And you… are you here in the study for a secret rendezvous with your young lover, or reminiscing about an old flame?"
"Ivanka, shut your mouth!" Michael roared, his sudden outburst shattering the late-night silence of the Diego mansion. The tension in the room spiked immediately.
"Oh? You dare yell at me?" Ivanka's grin was sharp and mocking, laced with self-pity. Her eyes welled up, the sour bitterness of her disappointment spilling out.
