Chapter 5

Thankfully, Claude was tall. As his cool, smooth blazer was wrapped around my body snugly, I finally felt a sense of security.

"How are you, Silvia? Where does it hurt?" he asked.

I was angry that he arrived late and didn't want to speak to him. When Julia had forced me to kneel in the room, I'd managed to reach my phone and tap on the emergency contact button—Claude was my only emergency contact.

"Mr. Stark, I suspect you're claiming that she's your sister to cover up her true identity as your mistress," Orla said, audaciously holding her phone toward us. "This woman's last name is Felton, so she can't possibly be your sister."

Claude looked at her as if she were an idiot. He said coolly, "You're Julia's cousin, and your dad runs a small electronics factory."

Orla's face fell, and the people behind her quieted down instantly.

She glanced at her phone screen and spoke up hesitantly. "A-Are you threatening me? I'll have you know that the public isn't easily fooled. I have millions