Joey's slap landed sharply on Frederic's cheek.
It wasn't particularly forceful, but it was loaded with insults.
In Boston's high society, Frederic was an untouchable titan, a daunting figure at the top of the social pyramid, and the unyielding heir to the Adamson dynasty.
Such a public affront was unheard of. Even a slight verbal misstep in his presence could spell disaster.
Even Jason, watching this unfold, felt a surge of apprehension for Joey.
He immediately intervened, trying to defuse the situation with a mix of urgency and diplomacy.
"Frederic, she's just drunk. Don't lower yourself by engaging with a drunkard. Let's get you out of here. I'll have someone drive you home."
Jason tried to escort Frederic away, only to be shrugged off with a scowl.
Frederic, his face a mask of
