Chapter 158

Layla arrogantly jabbed a finger in Suzanne's direction, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't let your fame as a painter get to your head. You don't hold a candle to Sally!

"She's the only worthy match for the general of the Norvanian military. You? You're nothing!"

Rendered speechless, Suzanne clenched her fists tightly. She wasn't experienced in arguing with someone so unreasonable.

In that tense moment, Nathan entered the scene. His cold gaze cast an icy chill over the room.

Everyone was visibly unsettled by his arrival. Even Layla, whose arrogance faltered in the face of his presence. Yet, she remained convinced of her assertion—that Nathan's heart belonged to Sally, and he would shield her from any harm.

Contrary to her expectations, Nathan strode toward Suzanne and enveloped her in his embrace. Stiffening at his touch, Suzanne cautiously looked up at him.

"Listen, Layla. Whether you accept it or not, Suzanne will be my one and only wife," Nathan declared firmly.

Layla