The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 39

"That's enough."

The man's deep voice cut off her words, his gaze piercing. "Vivian, it's a big night. Stop trying to start a fight."

Amara bit her lip. "It's all my fault. Please don't be mad at Vivian, Dr. Granger."

"You're absolutely right. It is your fault."

Vivian let out a cold laugh. "Since you're so aware of it, stay out of my sight."

"..."

By now, quite a few people had gathered around them. Whispered discussions rippled through the crowd. Amara clenched her hands tightly, her face shifting from stark white to flushed red as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Jonah's eyes grew colder by the second, but Vivian simply ignored him, turned on her heel, and walked away.

"Dr. Granger..."

Amara's voice trembled with helplessness. "Should I not have come?"

Jonah turned to look at her, his eyes as dark as ink. "You did nothing wrong. Stop blaming yourself."

Mrs. Prescott, who had watched the entire scene unfold from the sidelines, practically wanted to applaud. Fighting back a smile, she stepped forward. "Exactly, Miss Amara. I know exactly how Vivian gets. That's just her temper. Please don't stoop to her level and upset yourself over it."

As she spoke, her eyes darted toward Amara's hand.

See? She knew it!

That diamond bracelet was astronomically expensive, and she had clearly seen Jonah buying it yesterday!

Tsk tsk... what a complete lack of morals, a younger sister stealing the older sister's boyfriend.

And this Dr. Granger.

He looked like a perfect gentleman, but behind closed doors, he was pure trash.

Having validated her own suspicions, Mrs. Prescott had no desire to waste any more time on this scummy couple. She gave a polite, chilly smile and found an excuse to wander off.

Amara caught the blatant disdain in the older woman's eyes. She was livid, but completely powerless to do anything about it.

Rich housewives like her were completely useless for anything besides dissecting other people's drama.

She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes.

Amara's fingers dug fiercely into her purse. Just as she was about to walk over, the sound of two socialites gossiping reached her ears.

"Did you hear? Both of those untouchable heirs actually showed up tonight!"

"Which two?"

"Oh, come on! The Granger and Sterling heirs from Northside!"

"Wow..." The listener's eyes went wide. "The Grangers and Sterlings are notoriously private. I can't believe they both showed up at the same time."

"I know, right? But the Granger heir is definitely the catch of the night. As for the Sterling heir... I heard he's got a horrible temper, and he's completely blind. Anyone sucking up to him is just doing it for the Sterling family's money."

"Makes sense. For all we know, he's hideously ugly."

A dark, scheming glint flickered in Amara's eyes as she eavesdropped.

Jonah had already gifted her things twice, making his intentions painfully clear. As for that blind Sterling heir...

Had he caught wind of the Fairchild family's plan to marry Vivian off to him, and come solely for her?

The moment that thought crossed Amara's mind, a wicked plan formed in her head.