I gave him one cold, withering look and said nothing.
Antonia tugged timidly at the hem of my dress.
"Amy, thank you so much for coming. I'll find a way to repay you someday, I promise."
I pulled my dress free, not bothering to hide my disgust.
"Save your repayment. You'll need it where you're going."
The color drained from Antonia's face, and her eyes turned red in an instant.
Maxwell saw it and immediately stepped in front of her, shielding her like she was made of glass.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Amy? This is an important event. Are you seriously going to cause a scene?"
"I'm not causing a scene. I'm stating facts."
I picked up a glass of champagne, swirling it lazily, and fixed him with a gaze cold enough to freeze steel.
"Maxwell, I'll ask you one last time. Are you sure you want to transfer those shares to her?"
He scoffed, his tone final. "I've already signed. Tonight, I'm announcing it in front of everyone."
"You'd better not try anything, or I swear I won't let it slide."
"Fine." I nodded, tipping the champagne back in one smooth swallow. "Wonderful."
"Since you're so eager to dig your own grave, I'll hand you the shovel."
Before long, the gala reached its main event.