The moment I step into the familiar warmth of Aunt Zhang's small eatery, I hear raised voices cutting through the usual chatter. My stomach drops when I recognize one of them.
"You people need to learn your place!"
Seraphina Vance stands near the entrance, her designer handbag clutched like a weapon. Her perfectly styled hair frames a face twisted with disgust as she gestures dismissively at the humble surroundings.
I rush forward, my heels clicking against the worn tiles. "What's going on here?"
Nash, Victor's chauffeur, has positioned himself protectively near our table. His muscular frame is tense, ready for action.
"Miss Pierce," he says without taking his eyes off Seraphina. "This woman has been insulting Aunt Zhang and Uncle Wang for the past ten minutes."
Seraphina whirls around to face me, her eyes blazing with entitlement. "Oh, perfect! Another one of these charity cases shows up."
"Excuse me?"
