Clara shook her head, “Pop likes her. There’s nothing we can do to prevent it.”

Zoe was so pissed off. If that woman really became Mrs. Linford Bradley, she would never be able to live in peace.

The representatives from other houses at the table heard their conversation, but they didn’t make any comments.

Diego was sitting by the table with Pamela, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Cristelle. Pamela kicked his shin under the table. Diego almost dropped the glass of wine in his hand.

“What are you doing?” He hissed.

Pamela glared at him, “She won’t be yours no matter how long you stare at her....