The water drips from my face onto the white tablecloth below. I don't move to wipe it away. Don't flinch. Don't react at all.
"That went exactly as I expected," I say calmly, pulling out my phone to text my driver.
Vincent raises an eyebrow. "You expected her to throw water at you?"
"I provoked her on purpose." I finally reach for my napkin, dabbing at my soaked shirt. "Chloe needed to see exactly what I think of her. Now there can be no doubt about where we stand."
Leo looks between us, still confused by the entire evening. "Grandfather, why was she so angry?"
"Because some people don't like hearing the truth about themselves, Leo."
I stand, checking the time on my Patek Philippe. "The separation is now complete. She won't be bothering us again."
But I'm wrong about that. Dead wrong.
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Chloe stumbles through the front door of the Bennett family villa, her makeup ruined, her dress wrinkled, her pride shattered into a thousand pieces.
