The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 230

There was no point in arguing with scum. I offered a clipped, "Excuse me," and turned to leave, but the sleazy doctor immediately stepped into my path, blocking me.

I glared at him coldly. "Move."

"Dr. Warren has been holding that glass out for a while now. It'd be pretty rude of you to just walk away, wouldn't it?"

He took a sleazy step closer to me. I instinctively recoiled, only to bump right into Dr. Warren, who had crowded in from the side. Keeping up his fake, gentlemanly facade, Warren leaned in and whispered, "Why make such a fuss over a little drink, Selena? How about this... you name your price, and I'll..."

Before he could finish his vile sentence, I slammed my stiletto heel down as hard as I could onto the top of his foot.

Warren let out a sharp hiss of pain, staring at me in sheer disbelief. I didn't back down. I met his gaze with pure disgust and said icily, "Save your money for your funeral."

Clearly, he hadn't expected me to retaliate so viciously. The "gentleman" mask slipped instantly, revealing the vicious predator underneath. With a furious glare, he suddenly shoved his hand toward me. With a loud splash, he hurled the entire cocktail directly onto my chest.

The icy liquid instantly soaked through my dress, the fabric clinging tightly to my skin and putting every curve on full display.

"Well, would you look at that. Dr. Hayes has quite the figure..."

Humiliated and furious, I crossed my arms over my chest. But before I could react, there was a sickening crunch.

Dr. Warren hit the floor like a sack of bricks. His silver-rimmed glasses flew off his face, spinning through the air before clattering onto the marble tiles.

He had just been punched.

And the person standing over him, fists clenched, was Leon.

The loud commotion instantly killed the lively atmosphere of the banquet. A dead silence washed over the room.

Every single eye turned toward us as Leon quickly stripped off his jacket once again and wrapped it tightly around my soaked shoulders, completely shielding me from the crowd.

"Let's go get you changed," he said, gently guiding me away.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Warren roared, scrambling up from the floor and pointing a shaking finger at us. "You dare hit me?! Do you know who I am?!"

Leon shot him a look of absolute venom. "Animals don't need names."

Warren choked on his rage, clutching his bruised jaw. "Everyone saw that! This punk assaulted me! Get security! Call the police! I'm pressing charges!"

"What the hell are you playing at?" Ferris lowered his voice, stepping in front of Leon. "Do you think this is a game?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was dripping with reprimand—directed entirely at Leon. Leon had thrown that punch to protect me, but because Warren's sexual harassment was too vile to announce to a room full of professionals, Leon had swallowed the context to save my dignity. Now, he was being treated like the aggressor.

And right on cue, Zoey chimed in from behind Ferris. "I am so sorry, everyone. Selena and Dr. Lennox must have had too much to drink. Please, let's just calm down."

Her sweet, peacemaking tone made it sound exactly like we were the ones at fault.

Leon couldn't take it anymore. "You don't know anything! They were the ones who hara—"

"Have you said enough?!" Ferris barked, his voice echoing violently through the silent banquet hall. "Haven't you embarrassed yourselves enough for one night?!"

He had just publicly humiliated Leon, offering him zero grace or defense.

I stared at Ferris in absolute disbelief, then looked at Leon, who looked completely blindsided. The last shred of my patience shattered.

I took a step forward, glaring dead into Ferris's eyes. "The only people embarrassing themselves tonight are them. You're out of line, Ferris."