“Margot, let it go. Forget about making him apologize. Just let him leave already. He looks pathetic enough as it is.”
Margot turned to him, her lips curling into a pleased smile.
“You’re so considerate, Steven,” she said, her voice soft and admiring. Then, she turned back to me, her expression hardening.
“Alright, Frank,” she said flatly. “You can—”
“No!” a loud voice interrupted. The crowd parted slightly as one of Steven’s fans stepped forward, pointing a finger at me. I recognized him immediately—another loyal supporter of Steven who had no qualms about making my life hell.
He addressed Margot directly, his tone loud enough to ensure everyone in the room could hear him. “Margot, this guy just rejected Mr. Roberts's kind offer right in front of you. Isn’t that, like, a slap in your face?”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd.
Another voice added, “He needs to be taught a lesson. He needs to understand that this party isn’t for just anyone.”
Margot’s gaze lingered on me for a long moment. Her lips twitched slightly before she raised a hand, signaling her bodyguards. A moment later, they wheeled out a massive three-tiered cake and placed it in front of me.