"Bitch," Cynthia muttered under her breath, anger simmering just beneath her composed exterior. She forced herself to maintain the polished, refined facade of a lady, careful not to create a scene.
Everyone knew that whatever Cynthia wanted, she got. Yet here she was, challenged for the first time over something she didn't even need, she wanted it because Lane had shown interest. She had assumed Lena would relent if she kept raising the bid, but she had lost.
Her liquid funds barely reached twenty million, and her father hadn't yet given her control of the company. She couldn't make any decisive moves yet.
For now, she would have to concede, but only temporarily. How long could she tolerate that lowly bitch standing in her way? Her fingers dug into her palms as her gaze lingered on Lena from her VIP section.
The sight was unbearable, happiness and laughter radiated from Lena's face, with Raymond looking at her as if she were his entire world.
