Chapter 587: Who the hell do you think you are?

Russell Spears's words rolled through the private room like thunder. When the sound faded, the place fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone froze. A hand that had been reaching for a dish stopped midair and hung there, motionless. They all knew Chairwoman Lowell's man wasn't considered much, but gossip stayed behind closed doors. No one had ever dared say it to her face. Sophie Lowell, a touch tipsy, stiffened when she heard Russell's jab. Her fair features went rigid, and her brows...