"You reek of poverty." He didn't bother masking his disgust. "Did you come back specifically to make Georgia uncomfortable, or just to humiliate Matthew?"
Ice-cold. The eyes that once looked at me with affection were now walled off by indifference.
Matthew strode over, his expression complicated.
"Aria, you're being incredibly ignorant. Is this the place to make a scene?" His voice dropped to a hiss, as if speaking to me was a stain on his reputation. "Security! Bring Georgia's spare dress... actually, no. That one is too expensive. Just find a waiter's uniform and put it on her!"
Impatience bled into every syllable.
I didn't answer.
I simply tossed the dirty woven bag I was holding onto the marble floor with a dull thud.
"No need to trouble yourselves." My gaze slid over Matthew without a hint of emotion. "I'm here to sign the agreement relinquishing my inheritance rights. Once I sign, I'll leave."
Matthew grabbed my arm, his grip bruising, and dragged me toward the VIP lounge as if terrified I'd bolt halfway there.
Ryan spent less than three minutes printing the documents. He threw them onto the coffee table in front of me with a sneer.