Chapter 224
Thorpe shrugged, gathering his things as he prepared to make his exit.
“This is one show I’d rather not stick around for,” he muttered. “If Mr. Hawksley asks, just tell him I left early.”
He had no intention of getting caught in this mess.
Connor shot Thorpe a look of pure contempt. “Look at you, running scared.”
But Thorpe wasn’t bothered. Tonight, Connor could laugh at him all he wanted–for all he knew, next time it’d be Connor slinking away with his tail between his legs.
Edith glanced up at Justin.
Seated beside him was a woman–if Edith remembered right, her name was Nadine.
Earlier, Nadine had opened the door for Edith, likely mistaking her for a new hire at the club.
Now, Nadine’s eyes met Edith’s with a flash of challenge.
After working here for years, she’d heard plenty of stories about Mr. Hawksley of Northcrest.
Word was, he never let the club’s models anywhere near him, and he certainly never invited one to join him for drinks. Yet tonight, he’d made an exception–for her.
In Nadine’s mind, high–society marriages were little more than a fragile peace. If she could get Mr. Hawksley to break his own rules for her, then she could carve out a place at his side.
Her gaze hardened with determination.
She rose, meaning to help the drunken Justin to his feet.
But before she could loop her arm through his, Justin shrugged her off. “I don’t want your help. I want Mrs. Hawksley.”
Edith hesitated at the door for a moment, then walked over to Justin, slipping her arm around his for support.
Without hesitation, Justin leaned heavily into her, shifting all his weight her way.

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