When it was clear that she had no plans of facing him, Lyndon said, âI want to thank you again, Miss Larson.
However, thereâs one thing I donât understand.
Since you already had the recording, you could have stopped the situation much earlier, so why didnât you?â
Tildaâs hands tightened into fists.
For a while, she was silent.
Then, she said, âI can do whatever I want.
Itâs my call.
â
With that, she left in a hurry.
Lyndon followed her with his gaze, his eyes narrowing in thought.
Since he was a child, many women chased after him because of his looks and family background.
Only a few people avoided him like Tilda.
Perhaps it was because of a different sexual orientation?
But that seemed a little far-fetched.
Tilda had taken the recording but didnât stop things the first time.
It made Lyndon think that she had done it on purpose.
But why?
Did she want to stir up trouble for entertainment? Did she want to see some drama?
Ivy was the reason behind her choice?
Or he was?
Inside the banquet hall, Rosalynn stood in front of the large French window with a cocktail in her hand, lost in thought after witnessing the scene.
Karina came over and asked, âWhat are you looking at over there?â
âTilda,â Rosalynn answered.
Karina clicked her tongue.
âI almost couldnât believe the things I saw today, thanks to her.
Lyndon should be grateful.
If it werenât for Tilda, he would have married a conniving woman.
â
Rosalynn took a sip of her cocktail.
Somehow, she had a vague feeling that Tildaâs purpose hadnât been to help Lyndon.
âTildaâs coming.
â
Karina took Rosalynnâs arm and pulled her toward Tilda.
âTilda.
â