Serena casually pulled a chair toward her, and Madam Suzanne’s knee slammed right into it. She fell face-first to the ground with a loud crash. One of her freshly manicured nails snapped clean off, blood oozing from her finger.
“Richard, Angela! You raised a daughter who assaults people!” Madam Suzanne shrieked from the floor.
Richard’s heart sank. If they offended the Simpson family, even their business ties would be cut off. Rage boiling over, he raised his hand to slap Serena—
The door suddenly burst open.
Before the slap could land, a sharp crack echoed through the room. Richard’s wrist broke on impact.
The man’s presence was overwhelming. So overwhelming that even as pain drenched Richard in cold sweat, he didn’t dare make a sound.
Angela tried to help but found herself frozen in place, unable to move.
Celeste stood with her mouth half-open, no words coming out.
The entire event room was like a frozen photograph.
Sebastian removed his coat and wrapped it around Serena. The murderous rage bubbling under his calm exterior felt like a volcano ready to erupt.
“I could’ve handled it,” Serena said.
Sebastian looked at her, his face growing even darker.
Without a word, he led her out of the room.
Sensing something was off, Serena kept quiet too.
Once she was shoved into the car and he sat down at the far end, refusing to look at her, Serena realized—he was really angry.
The car started, heading toward the Morrow family estate.
Serena asked, “Did you guys have a bad dinner?”
Noah answered, “No.”
“Did another woman touch him?”
Noah replied, “No!”
“Then why is he angry?”
Noah’s face turned grim. “Serena, just stop talking!”
Couldn’t she see Sebastian’s handsome face was about to twist into something monstrous?
Noah didn’t even know what Sebastian was mad about, but he could feel it—Sebastian was one second away from killing someone. They needed to shut up and stay out of the line of fire.
It was only long after Sebastian left with Serena that life returned to the event room.
Zachary poured himself a glass of juice to calm down. He recognized the man—that was the same guy he’d dragged out of the street that day. He had saved Serena again.
“Zachary, are you out of your mind? Defending that savage girl?” Angela snapped.
“Enough!” Richard barked from the hospital bed.
That man was terrifying. With just one grab, he’d shattered a wrist. If he’d followed through with a full beating, wouldn’t his whole body be broken?
Richard didn’t even want to imagine it.
“Who the hell was that man?”
When had Serena found someone like that?
Celeste said nothing. She remembered the last time—the warning, the state basketball team. This time, she hadn’t been the one to act. It was Richard and Angela. That man wouldn’t hold it against her… right?
Zachary also stayed quiet. Honestly, he was kind of glad Serena had someone like that around. It meant pigs like Zachariah wouldn’t dare touch her.
“The most important thing now is calming the Simpson family,” Angela reminded them.
Richard’s face turned even darker at the mention. Gritting his teeth, he dragged himself out of bed and headed to the next room.
His wrist was shattered, the pain unbearable. Zachariah was irritable too—his hand itched like hell and he couldn’t stop scratching.
Richard knocked and entered. “I’ve come on behalf of my unfilial daughter to apologize. As long as the Simpson family is willing to forgive this, I’ll agree to any conditions you name.”

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