Page 19 of Brutal Heir

“Be a good girl and go cover yourself. Now.”

“You can’t just barge in here and⁠—”

“The hell I can’t.” There was no point in letting her finish.

Before we could continue our argument, the man I still held by the wrist twisted and writhed.

“Please! My wrist!”

By now, all activity behind the stage had ceased while the bystanders watched our exchange with rapt attention.

Not wishing to be overheard, I unbuttoned my suit jacket and leaned down on my haunches until my face hovered only inches from Édouard’s. “You know who I am.”

Foamy spittle formed in the corners of his mouth as he nodded.

I released his wrist and stood. “Good. Then you know what I’m capable of.”

The fashion industry might have a reputation for cold-blooded ruthlessness, but it paled compared to the diamond industry’s reputation.

And I was the shark at the top of the food chain.

Édouard hugged his arm to his middle and turned his attention to Sabrina. “I’m sorry I lost my temper.”

He then looked at me for confirmation.

I raised an eyebrow.

Édouard looked back at Sabrina and continued. “You were right. The design was missing something, and I overlooked it.”

At his questioning glance, I gave him an imperceptible nod.

Sabrina’s cheeks flamed as she bent to help him up. “Please don’t apologize to me. I overstepped. I never should have presumed.”

As I straightened my cuffs, I didn't bother looking at Édouard.

He got the hint.

“No, mademoiselle. It was all me. You are a gifted stylist. The stress of the show had me…”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, remembering why I despised coming to the Parisian fashion shows.

I hated this dramatic shit.

It took me half an hour to reach Sabrina, battling through the throng of sycophants.

And when I did, I found her in another dangerous situation.

First, running around Paris without a phone or a coat, and now dealing with this.

Clearly, she would require more of a firm hand than I'd anticipated.

My cock twitched at the thought of having to discipline my wayward future bride.

Perhaps there were more benefits to my plan than I realized.

Out of patience, I shouted, “Basta! Enough. Leave us.”

Sabrina turned her attention to me. “You⁠—”