At that moment, Nathalie spoke up as well, "It's just a dance, Selena. Don't disrespect Mr. Brooks."

Her words implied that Selena was deliberately avoiding the dance.

Ernest's expression had already soured.

Selena glanced from one person to the next, her eyes reddening as tears welled up and began to fall.

"You've misunderstood me," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean it that way. Mr. Brooks and the Fletcher family have business dealings, and of course, I respect our partners. But my foot really is injured. It's no big deal, though.

"Even though tonight is Lila's birthday party, and she should be the one dancing the opening dance, since Ernest invited me, I would still dance even if my leg was broken."

She paused, looking fragile and innocent, before continuing with a hint of apology. "Mr. Brooks, I'm afraid my injured foot won't keep up with your steps. I'm truly sorry."

like a delicate girl? Selena could do that just as well. After all, with her husband running a media company, picking up a few acting skills was a breeze. Ernest stood there, momentarily stunned by her tearful

Lila, as the daughter-in-law of the Fletcher family, I didn't dance with Mr. Brooks. I hope

only added to their stature. As Aaron's wife, Selena's position was certainly not

yet, here they were, in exactly

and self-sacrificing demeanor, the looks directed toward Nathalie from the other ladies shifted, though

darkened. This woman was playing games with her! And in front of all these people,

Fine. Just wait.

"Oh, no need to say that. Lila's dress is a bit restrictive, which is why I asked you

stepped forward to

small smile tug at the corners of her lips. Nathalie would have to swallow this bitter

her, a flash of resentment flickering in

taking Lila's hand. "Alright, it's your birthday-be

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