Vernon Zane heard the clear note of vengeance in her tone and, for a moment, didn't know what to say.
Tiana Thorne looked at the sofa he was sitting on, and her eyes grew a few degrees colder.
Vernon Zane immediately stood up, not daring to keep sitting.
Jenna Quinn simply couldn't believe it—such a famous director was actually shrinking back in front of this woman, looking like a man facing execution.
She looked again at Tiana. She had to admit, the woman was indeed somewhat attractive.
Jenna Quinn complained, "Vern, don't tell me she's another one of your lovers? How can you compare her to me? I've got two good legs, I can do any position with you. She's a cripple—what is it you like about her?"
Tiana arched a brow and smiled, her gaze on him growing ever deeper. "Vernon Zane, your little mistress here doesn't seem to know how to learn her lesson, huh?"
That very loaded line jolted Vernon.
