"Bianca!"
Suddenly, a smooth, cultured voice drifted over from nearby.
The tone was mild and refined, yet it carried an undeniable weight of authority.
Just by calling her name.
It managed to instantly snap the rage-blinded Bianca back to reality.
Her hand, which was midway through a swing, halted stiffly in the air.
A second later.
The owner of the voice had clamped his fingers around Bianca's wrist. "Bianca, they are our guests. Do not be rude."
The newcomer wasn't wearing a mask. He was dressed in a pristine white suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses.
In his early thirties, he looked incredibly polished and intellectual, a graceful, measured smile playing on his lips.
Every movement he made exuded the elegance of a refined gentleman.
However, the moment Serena laid eyes on this man, she frowned slightly.
There was a distinct vibe rolling off him.
It was the rank, damp aura of something that had spent years festering in dark, wet corners.
He looked gentle.
But the eyes hidden behind those lenses held a slimy, sinister gleam, completely reminiscent of a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
This man made her skin crawl.
With her wrist firmly caught, Bianca's blazing arrogance was visibly extinguished.
She pressed her lips together, lowering her voice. Her tone was defensive but laced with obvious fear. "Sebastian... they were the ones bullying me. They're causing trouble at our event..."
This man was the eldest son of the Doyle family, Sebastian Doyle.
"Shut up," Sebastian said, a smile still plastered on his face as he shot his sister a fleeting glance.
Bianca instantly fell silent, clearly terrified of her older brother.
Sebastian lifted his head, turning his attention to Serena and Nicholas.


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