Maxim’s pov
I got to the party and everyone who was anyone was there as expected.
Why am I even here?
Damn, Christina for making sense.
I need to socialize if I want to get the trust of the shareholders.
Everyone was running in my direction trying to talk to me.
I could hear others talking about today’s newspaper and even laughing.
“Why didn’t ask Rebecca to be your date?” my mother asked coming to my side.
She was even smiling at the camera and putting on a show.
“Because I didn’t want to,” I replied, and she scoffed at this.
“Are you still angry about your little girlfriend?” she asked me rolling her eyes.
“She was my wife's mother, and I am angry,” I said and distanced myself from her.
I walked away from her; Rebecca came running to me.
I noticed that she dyed her h
