Chapter 11 THE WOMAN THAT NIGHT

NAYA’S P O V

I noticed that Harlan was stunned in his spot as well, the glass of red wine that he was holding, which was most likely from a well-known winery, stopping in mid-air. I made sure to avoid making eye contact with him, and focused my gaze on the ground. However, I looked up again when I heard him laughing out loud, which made Raphael’s brows furrow. I had never heard him before laugh like that. Moreover, I am now aware of the reason why.

He was raking his eyes over Raphael’s appearance, simply mocking him with his laugh. My fists clenched at my sides as I glared at him. Setting down his wine glass at the table he passed by, he flexed his Giorgio Armani suit, fixing his tie clip, and then adjusting his golden cufflinks while smirking arrogantly at us during the entire process.