Chapter 247

Evelyn didn't blush with embarrassment. Instead, she nodded matter-of-factly. "You're right. This lifestyle isn't familiar to me. I don't usually waste money on frivolous entertainment. I prefer being practical with my spending."

Gabrielle let out a light laugh, her aristocratic gaze sweeping over Evelyn with thinly veiled condescension. "Different values, darling. You'll adapt eventually. People like us—wealthy, privileged—have nothing better to do than indulge ourselves. Spending money is our entertainment."

Evelyn's expression remained neutral. "How... fascinating."

"You should stay with us more often," Gabrielle continued, her tone dripping with false generosity. "Otherwise, how will you ever fit into Nathaniel's world? He was raised with silver spoons, not... whatever background you come from."

Evelyn arched an eyebrow. "Maybe he should learn some humility instead. The man could use less arrogance and extravagance."

The room went silent.

Dominic choked back a laugh, elbowing Harrison beside him. Now this was a woman with spine.

The others exchanged glances, their expressions shifting with newfound respect. No one dared speak about Nathaniel Grayson that way—except her.

What none of them noticed was Nathaniel standing frozen at the doorway, his sharp features darkening as her words registered.

Arrogant? Extravagant?

His little wife had some nerve.

Gabrielle recovered first, her smile turning patronizing. "Oh Evelyn, you're hilarious. Change Nathaniel? Impossible. The Graysons don't adapt to others—others adapt to them. That's how elite society works."

Evelyn crossed her arms. "I wasn't joking. If anyone needs adjusting, it's your warped values. Spoiled rich kids like you turn vanity into virtue. My values are just fine, thanks."

The air turned icy.

Gabrielle's smile stiffened. "How... provincial. With that attitude, your marriage won't last. Shared values matter among our kind."

Evelyn almost laughed. Their "marriage" had an expiration date anyway.

Then a deep voice cut through the tension like a blade. "My wife's values are none of your concern."

Nathaniel stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate silence. No anger colored his tone—just quiet, dangerous finality.