"You'd better hope so!" Amanda snorted, her beautiful eyes scanning Georgia.
"I don't know what trick you pulled to convince Elliot Sheridan to get out of that blind date for you, but you'd better remember one thing: Elliot is not someone you can touch. You'd better stay far away from him!" Her warning was blunt and full of hostility.
"Mr. Sheridan is just an uncle, that's all. What are you thinking?"
Amanda was very attentive to Elliot Sheridan.
She clung to Elliot Sheridan's side, putting on a sweet and demure act that was meant to be endearing.
Her exquisitely painted red lips brushed against his collar, as if wanting to leave her mark on this man.
Elliot Sheridan was wearing a white shirt today, and Amanda's lipstick left a clear stain on it.
The sight made Georgia uncomfortable, and she forced herself to look away.
Throughout dinner, Amanda continued to be very clingy with Elliot Sheridan.
