Chapter 80 Lillian's Hatred

Lillian stepped forward, about to touch Clara as she spoke. Matthew raised his hand, subtly positioning himself between the two and blocking Lillian from getting any closer. "She is the one I invited," Matthew said condescendingly, not even deigning to glance at her, his voice cold. Lillian felt a chill as she looked up to see only Matthew's chiseled chin. She tried to find a pair of bright eyes in the endless abyss, but she failed. Matthew was so close, his breath palpable, reminding Lillian of a night she remembered vividly. Unlike today, that night he was all heat. Lillian couldn't help but take half a step back. What was the difference between Matthew now and that night? It was because of Clara. Her heart was filled with surging hatred, her eyes a mixture of jealousy and resentment that she couldn't hide. "Please escort Ms. Baker and Ms. Miller out." Matthew directed his gaze toward David, his voice leaving no room for argument. Lillian wanted to say something more, but D