Chapter 57 Evidence On a Silver Platter

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  Rhys blinked.   He looked mildly concussed, and maybe he was.   Then he snarled, "Why the hell should I? She poured the damn drink on purpose, she hit Catherine, you hit me. Now you want us to say sorry?"   He looked around as if searching for support.   Too bad no one was on his side.   Every guest was shouting for him to apologize.   Some even pulled out their phones—classic Skyline behavior. Justice via i********: Live.   Rhys glared at me.   His whole body was shaking.   If we'd been alone, I bet he would have swung back.   But we weren't.   He might be stupid, but there was no way he was hitting a woman on camera.   So he used his mouth instead.   "Mirabelle, who the hell do you think you are? You cheated, you ran off with some other guy, you broke off the engagement. I

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