Chapter 164 I'm Not Feeling Well

Luther followed Natasha's line of sight. He saw Cressida standing by the buffet table with Yvonne, the two speaking in hushed tones. Cressida wore a black cocktail dress. It wasn't anything fancy, but it made her skin glow and highlighted the long line of her neck. The sting of her rejection flared up in him again. "Has this place gotten so lax that anyone can get in?" Natasha complained, clinging to Luther's arm with undisguised contempt. She went on, "Some people really need to know their place. Did she really think rubbing elbows with the right people would get her into high society?" He didn't stop her and even let her get away with the provocation. His goal was to put Cressida in her place and show her what happened when she rejected him. Cressida didn't even glance their way, focusing instead on prodding a small piece of cake with her fork. Yvonne, beside her, was fuming and ready to charge over, but Cressida held her back. "It's not worth getting upset over a dog," Cress