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Selene Wright followed Scarlett Jennings’ pointed finger, and her gaze landed on the familiar silhouette of a man.
Even with just a fleeting glimpse, Selene keenly recognized him. Her pupils contracted, and without hesitation, she lifted her leg and rushed inside.
The other young heirs, who were initially there to watch the drama unfold, immediately followed suit like a wave, surging into the restaurant.
Inside, many patrons were still dining, and when they saw this group of extravagantly dressed youths charging in, they were understandably startled.
The manager’s heart sank halfway in terror. Frantically calling for reinforcements, he hurried after them.
The restaurant had only one exit, but the interior housed semi-private rooms. Selene began combing through them one by one. As she passed by a private room with only one occupant, Scarlett suddenly stopped her.
"Wait a moment."
She pointed to the woman seated inside. Selene glanced in, immediately understood, and pivoted toward the room without missing a beat.
The woman, startled by the sudden influx of people, screamed, "Who are you?! Who let you in?! Get out!"
Selene had been so focused on the man earlier that she hadn’t paid much attention to the woman beside him. Judging by her attire, Selene was certain this wasn’t the woman she saw previously, especially since the room only had one occupant.
Scarlett offered no explanation, letting her almond eyes wander hauntingly to the tablecloth-covered area beneath the table.
Selene instantly understood. Her gaze shifted to the woman’s visibly flustered expression, and a cold smile spread across her face.
Dressed today as a European prince, Selene had purposely taken a sword from her brother’s collection to complement the look. She strapped it to her waist before stepping out to flaunt her style.
Rather than directly flipping over the table, she pulled the sword from its sheath in one swift motion.
The sharp blade emitted a distinct metallic sound, noticeably different from the faint noise of imitation swords.
The woman in the private room gasped, flinching in terror as the sword’s gleam flashed before her eyes. With a cry, she sprang up from her seat and retreated to the corner.
Selene stood her ground, hefting the sword to strike the edge of the table with force.
"I’ll give you until the count of three. If you don’t come out willingly, I’ll start stabbing blindly. Dead or wounded—it won’t be on me."
Her words set the tone as she began counting, "One, two..."
Before she could say "three," a man groaned and scrambled out from under the table, pleading as he emerged,
"Don’t hurt me! Selene! Please, Selene, don’t!"
Selene looked at his pitiful, groveling state, and the last shred of hope she harbored evaporated instantly.
"Lewis Harper! It really is you!"
A flash of rage crossed her face as she raised her sword to strike, and someone nearby tried to intervene. Scarlett reassured them with calm detachment,
"Relax. The blade isn’t sharpened."
Sure enough, Selene’s sword landed squarely on Lewis Harper, who yelped in agony, his cries ringing through the private room.
The crowd turned their attention to Scarlett, who remained indifferent and composed.
Unsharpened, yes, but she never said it wouldn’t hurt.
Alicia Sharp didn’t think Selene Wright was out of line in any way.
As her closest friend, Alicia knew well enough: Lewis Harper was Selene’s boyfriend. Though his family had some financial standing, it was nothing compared to the Wright Family. Back when Lewis pursued Selene, Alicia had warned her, but Selene had brushed it aside.
Now it seemed Lewis Harper’s issues went far beyond mere discrepancies in family wealth.
Lewis Harper, struck once, attempted to escape, but the private room’s door was firmly blocked by a crowd of onlookers. With no other options, he could only turn back to Selene pleadingly,
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