"Then leave, Ms. Watson. It would save me the trouble of calling security." Samuel stood before Madison and said coldly.
Cynthia was incredulous. "You want me to leave? Mr. Smith, are you mistaken?"
Samuel maintained his indifferent attitude. "You're the ones causing trouble and spreading rumors. Why should I kick someone else out?"
Not only Cynthia but the onlookers were also stunned. After all, the one who had been splashed with wine was the daughter of the Watson family. Although the Watson family was not a top-tier aristocratic family, they had plenty of assets. Recently, they also established connections with the Palmer family. As for the girl who was kicked out by the Hale family, what kind of background did she have? She would not be able to influence the CEO of XR Entertainment.
But it turned out that it was the latter whom Samuel was defending.
Many people were watching, and Cynthia was unwilling to be kicked out like this. It would be too embarrassing! She gritted her teeth and said with righteous indignation, "I can leave. After all, this whole thing is my fault. But is Madison blameless? My friends and I only exchanged a few words, and she resorted to violence!"
The implication of her words was that Madison's behavior was more severe. If Cynthia should leave the gala, so should Madison!
Surprisingly, Madison followed up and said, "I am indeed at fault."
Not only the people around them but even Cynthia looked at Madison with a surprised look. "Since you also think you're at fault, why don't you go with..."
Before the word "me" could be spoken, Madison interrupted with a clear voice. "I am indeed at fault, but I don't think I was wrong to splash red wine on you."
Cynthia was stunned, and even Samuel looked at her, a little puzzled.
Madison smirked. "I misspoke. I don't want to fuck you guys. It's too disgusting to fuck a bunch of shameless women like you."
Her attitude was extremely arrogant.
Cynthia, who had just suppressed her anger, was immediately provoked. She rushed forward, trying to slap Madison. But before she could reach Madison, a strong force stopped her hand.
"Spreading rumors is despicable enough, and you're planning to use violence?" Samuel's face turned completely cold as he pushed Cynthia aside.
Cynthia felt so wronged that her eyes turned red with tears. "It was her who..."
"Get her out!" Samuel didn't even listen to Cynthia's explanation and coldly instructed the security.
Amidst the gaze of the crowd, Cynthia felt utterly humiliated. She didn't want to stand here and wait for her fate, so when she caught a glimpse of someone in the crowd, she broke free from the security's grasp, rushing over to grab that person's arm. "Sally, you have to help me!" Cynthia pleaded.
Sally's expression changed several times under the scrutiny of the onlookers, but she managed to conjure a faint smile. She patted Cynthia's hand and walked toward Samuel. "Mr. Smith, could you do me a favor and let my friend off this once? Yes, she made a mistake, but she has paid the price. She should be forgiven."
Samuel glanced sideways and then cast a brief, disdainful look at Sally. His lips parted slightly as he uttered three words, "Who are you?"
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