Elena, who'd been smug this whole time, felt her mask rip right off.
That was something she'd only ever mentioned to Silas. So how did Ayla…
"Speak to Elena with respect!" Beside her, Silas growled.
The next second, his pupils dilated, and he shakily shifted them to his subordinates, who stared back at him in disbelief.
Who was it that said only weak men screamed at their wives to rein them in?
"You don't speak to people like that just because you have a…" He was on the verge of saying something else when Anson clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
"Terrible, terrible attitude."
Leaving Ayla because she had nothing worthy to retort with, Elena shifted her rage to Anson, leering at him with hostility.
"Mr. Elba, all due respect, but all you've done today is start a fire and keep feeding it. Mr. Locke didn't mean to lash out at his wife just now, but because all you've done is push him, he did."
