“I lost my head for a second when I got hit. Honestly, I didn’t even think about knocking over those champagne towers.”
Walter Wilson wasn’t satisfied.
He pressed on, “Is that all? If you’re going to apologize, at least say something like, ‘I hope Ms. Davis and Mr. Morris can find it in their hearts to forgive me.’ Come on, is it really that hard to say sorry? Do you need someone to walk you through it?”
Of course Sandra Taylor knew what she was supposed to say. She just found it humiliating—embarrassing, really. That’s why she kept her mouth shut. But now, with Walter putting her on the spot, she could feel the resentment burning inside her. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but she didn’t dare fight back. She could only force herself to repeat the words.
“I’m sorry. Ms. Davis, Mr. Morris—I hope you can be gracious enough to forgive me.”
When she finished, Jordan Smith finally spoke, looking over at Camila Davis. “There. Ms. Davis, Mr. Morris—are you satisfied?”
Camila met his gaze, her expression frosty.
She knew Jordan Smith was going this far only to protect Sandra Taylor, to stop things from escalating into a call to the police. And truth be told, Sandra hadn’t really done anything legally actionable. She could always claim she’d lost control after being hit—it wasn’t exactly premeditated.
Besides, if things went any further, Camila herself might end up having to give a statement to the police. With so many guests still at the fundraiser, and the evening not even over, she really didn’t want to drag this out. If the police got involved, the whole event would come to a screeching halt and things would get ugly.
No matter what, she owed Mr. Mark that courtesy.
So Camila spoke, voice icy. “I don’t accept your apology. And Sandra Taylor, I hope this is the last time you insult my mentor. Next time, I won’t let it slide.”
As for Jordan Smith, she didn’t even bother to look at him.
Seeing Camila let it go, Jordan gave a polite nod to Mr. Morris. “If you’ll excuse us, we’ll be leaving for the night.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode away.
Sandra, still red-faced and swollen, hurried after him, looking utterly defeated.
After they left, the guests couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
“The Smith family’s reputation is in tatters now, thanks to Sandra Taylor.”
“Yeah, even Jordan Smith’s come out looking bad.”
“He’s the one who picked her, though. Can’t say I feel sorry for him.”
“What a mess. What a shame.”
Camila stayed close to her mentor, and Mr. Morris finally addressed the crowd. “I’m sorry, everyone. We’ve had a bit of family drama tonight. Please, let’s not let this ruin the evening. The banquet will go on as planned.”


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