Blanche's POV
Drew looked completely sure of himself, which made Vincent burst out laughing.
"Mr. Stewart, feeling pretty confident, are you? What's this—you're Joanna's faithful lapdog now?" Vincent mocked.
Drew's face turned white with fury. "Vincent Aarav, don't you dare get smart with me."
Vincent tilted his chin up, staring down at Drew with complete disdain, crushing him with arrogance. "You actually think you're good enough to mouth off to me?"
Drew was so mad he looked ready to swing, but Nicholas caught his arm. "Drew, cool it. This is Mr. Tim's birthday bash."
He understood that picking a fight with Vincent was suicide.
Getting that message, Drew choked down his rage, shot Vincent a deadly look, and stalked away, barking, "We're leaving."
