Chapter 23

Janice frowned and, disregarding the boundaries of hierarchy, gently nudged Edward's arm. This wasn't the place to argue with someone like Simon—a man who thrived on pettiness and spite. And she was right. Engaging with Simon would only make her seem undignified. However, Edward had no need to lift a finger when he had Harrison, who had already read Edward's expression, took a step back and fixed his gaze on Simon. In a deliberate, measured tone, he said, "Mr. Fitzgerald, is this how you were raised? To gossip like some street-corner busybody, slinging insults?" Simon's face turned a livid shade of red. Reputation meant everything to him, and Harrison's voice wasn't exactly quiet. Those nearby quickly pieced together what had likely happened—Simon had insulted Janice, but no one sympathized with Simon. Everyone in the industry had heard about the fiasco, which was their wedding. Even a blind person could see how much Janice had suffered. The public spat they had on the street ha