Chapter 75


Nina’s POV

“Uncle Trump, before you go around the table, you should be careful,”Mark said, his tone calm yet edged with warning. “There are broken ceramics everywhere.”

His words landed like a stone in a pond, causing ripples of unease to spread through the room. Everyones eyes widened in surprise, darting between the floor and Mr. Trump, who stood frozen for a moment, processing what had just been said. The weight of Marks observation hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.

Mr. Maxwells reaction was instant. His sharp gaze shot in my direction, practically begging me to intervene and stop Mark from saying anything further. His lips pressed into a tight line, and the faint twitch of his jaw betrayed his growing frustration. But I wasn’t about to step in—not this time. If anything, I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms as I watched the drama unfold. Let them squirm. They deserved every second of it.

Mr. Trumps eyes narrowed as he scanned the room,