Was this little bitch deliberately sabotaging the dress?
Sandra stared at Camilla, her head buzzing with rage.
She could barely restrain the urge to rush forward and tear this wretched woman apart right then and there.
"Sandra"
Tyler called out, stepping closer, afraid she might lose her composure and ruin the engagement party.
"Sister-in-law, how is Grandfather doing?"
His question drew the attention of nearby guests.
Camilla appeared naive, yet her words were impeccably measured—revealing nothing useful no matter how they probed.
Her beautiful eyes, brimming with unspoken meaning, lingered on Tyler as she curved her lips into a faint smile.
"He's doing just fine." But beneath those clear, striking eyes lay an icy chill.
*Your reckoning with Grandfather will come soon enough.*
"That's good to hear," Tyler felt that unsettling sensation creeping up on him again under Camilla's gaze.
