Chapter 31
Serenity shifted her focus from the wreckage of Evan’s ego to the matriarch standing behind him. As her gaze landed on Eleanor, the white-hot malice that had fueled her outburst toward Evan cooled into something arguably more crushing: a flat, hollow indifference.
Eleanor, who had spent decades commanding rooms through the sheer weight of her surname, felt a chill that had nothing to do with the lobby’s air conditioning. She was a woman used to being feared, envied, or even hated—but she was not used to being looked at with complete difference. In Serenity’s eyes, the "Sterling" name had been stripped of its golden stature and prestige. To this girl, the name didn't represent power or success; it represented a legacy of petty cruelty and stunted maturity.
The heavy glass door
