Chapter 432

Maeve's words were meant to prick Conner because they shared knowledge of the five-billion-dollar affair hanging heavily between them. Conner's smile faded. Nearby, Dorothy whispered, "Is Maeve nuts? Who does she think she is, dancing for five billion dollars?" "How dare she speak to Mr. Jefferson like that? She's done for," muttered another. Everyone awaited Maeve's inevitable downfall, but she merely gazed calmly at Conner. Conner said indifferently, "I'm suddenly not in the mood today. Since Ms. Scott twisted her ankle, let's call it off." Seeing Conner move on at last, Edward silently wiped the sweat from his forehead. With Sergio backing Maeve and Conner as head of the Jefferson family, he couldn't afford to offend either. "Mr. Jefferson, if Maeve won't dance, I will. I dance much better than Maeve." Wendy volunteered again. But this time, Conner didn't even spare her a glance. He stood up and announced, "That's enough for now. I hear the trainees have training this aftern