Isabelle kept her expression neutral, couldn't be bothered with him, and gave a slight nod in acknowledgement.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand shot out to stop them.
The three inside instinctively stepped back.
But no one expected the people who stepped in to be Gary, Nicole, and their parents.
Gary, having recovered for over a week, had his arm in a sling—it seemed like a fracture.
A scab marked the corner of his mouth, and dark, slightly swollen bruises still circled his eyes.
Nicole's eyelids lowered, a murderous glint in her eyes. The hand resting on her stomach tightened slightly, tendons standing out on her wrist.
Damian smiled as he gave Isabelle's soft waist a gentle squeeze.
That subtle movement didn't escape Gary or Nicole.
The man who had held the door let go, allowing the doors to close.
As the doors shut, Isabelle caught Nicole's look that could kill, and Gary's gaze—full of regret and a possessive hunger.
But he didn't dare look at Isabelle for long.
Because Damian's eyes, behind his glasses, were stripping Gary's psychological defenses bare, leaving nothing standing.
In contrast, Blaze, beside them, leisurely took a drag of his cigarette, the picture of detached amusement.
This wasn't surprising. He was the youngest son of the Wilder family, once the most favored.
After his father, Rylan Wilder, passed, his older siblings, citing his youth, divided up the Wilder family shares.
Blaze struck out on his own, building a dominant brand in the automotive business.
He couldn't care less about the Gale family or even the Wilder family affairs; he probably wished the drama would escalate.
Isabelle had learned all this when she had him looked up after he propositioned her.
The elevator doors sealed shut.
"Let's go somewhere else," Gary mumbled, his lowered head and submissive eyes screaming with resentment.
Nicole snorted, shooting him a contemptuous look.
Is that all he's got?
Beaten up and still keeping quiet.
She sneered, "What? Unhappy seeing your old flame in another man's arms?
"If you had what it takes, you'd outdo Damian, stand above him. Otherwise, you just have to take it, bear it! Behave and live properly with me."
Gary's parents, Knox Peterson and Fenella Peterson, flanked him, silently urging him not to talk back.
After all, it was the Gale family's connections that had gotten him out of trouble.
After the beating by the bodyguards, he'd woken up in a hotel room with two naked women.
Later, the women reported him to the police.
Given that he was already half-dead, he gave his statement from a hospital bed.
If not for the Gale family's connections, he'd be spending Christmas in a detention center right after being discharged today.
Knox and Fenella had swallowed their pride.
This dinner was to thank Nicole's parents, Walden Gale and Beatrix Gale.
Fenella lowered her head. It's just a meal. Out of sight, out of mind.

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