At that moment Emily's face contorted in disbelief.
"You wouldn't dare—" she started, voice trembling with fury.
But before she could finish, the security men moved.
Two grabbed her arms, firm but professional, while another gestured toward the exit. The others surrounded her to block the crowd's view, though their silence only made the moment louder.
"Get your hands off me!" Emily shrieked, kicking and twisting in her heels. "Do you know who I am?! I'll have your jobs taken away, I'll ruin all of you!"
The guests gasped as the scene unfolded. Some pulled out their phones, while others whispered frantically behind raised hands. The elegance of the Dazzling Red Event Hall cracked under the weight of the spectacle.
James, still holding his dead mic on stage, watched in horror.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing, what the hell is going on? His heart pounded. The image was spinning out of control.
Emily—his Emily—being dragged like a nobody, and the security obeying Cora?
