Chapter 98

People were fickle. Mila had stopped expecting anything from Matteo a long time ago, so she certainly didn't expect him to stand up for her now. She pulled her gaze away, her expression cold. She looked at Trent with pure disgust, as if he were a piece of trash. Trent had wanted to tear her down to make up for looking like an idiot earlier, but he didn't expect her to be so unbothered. She didn't look like a woman caught in a scandal but rather as if she were looking down on him. The alcohol went to his head, and his insults got nastier. "What are you looking at? Am I lying? You are a fraud, Mila. You have no morals. You'd sell your soul for the right price." "Enough," Matteo said flatly. Trent hadn't finished his rant, but he knew better than to push his luck when Matteo had spoken. Penelope tried to smooth things over, looking a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Mila. He's had too much to drink." Mila's voice was sharp. "Then maybe you should keep your dog on a shorter leash,