Chapter 258
No.1
Thorne's threat hung in the air, sharp and suffocating. It completely paralyzed Cyprian.
Without waiting for a response, Thorne turned on his heel. He strode toward the grand exit of the ballroom, his posture radiating absolute dominance.
The surrounding guests, having overheard fragments of the explosive exchange, immediately broke into furious, buzzing whispers.
Cyprian stood frozen for a moment. His chest heaved as the reality of the massive public insult fully set in.His family's honor had just been dragged through the mud.
"My sister waited two years for this arrangement!"Cyprian suddenly shouted, completely losing his aristocratic composure.
No.2
He took off after Thorne. He pushed past a waiter,nearly knocking over a silver tray of champagne flutes.
August watched Cyprian's reckless pursuit. His analytical mind spun rapidly. Something about Thorne's sudden, fierce protectiveness triggered a strange, uncomfortable itch in August's brain. It was a visceral reaction he couldn't logically explain.
"August, we should go. This is getting messy," Allena said. She tugged urgently on his sleeve, wanting to escape the tension.
August ignored her completely. His dark eyes were locked on the grand double doors Thorne had just exited.
"I need to see this," August muttered. His curiosity overrode his usual desire to avoid public scenes.
No.3
He strode toward the exit. He moved so fast that Allena was forced to practically jog in her high heels just to keep up with him.
Out in the grand foyer, Thorne retrieved his heavy overcoat from the coat check with effortless grace.
Cyprian caught up to him. His face was red and slick with sweat under the bright crystal chandeliers.
"Who is she?" Cyprian demanded. His voice echoed
harshly off the polished marble walls.
No.4
Thorne slid his arms into his coat. He didn't even bother to look at the furious man beside him.
"Who is the mother? You dragged my family along while you had some whore stashed away?" Cyprian sneered, his anger making him reckless.
Thorne stopped moving.
He turned slowly. His hand shot out with terrifying speed. He grabbed Cyprian by the lapels of his expensive tuxedo.
With brutal, terrifying strength, Thorne slammed Cyprian backward. Cyprian's spine hit the solid marble pillar of the foyer with a sickening thud.
No.5
Cyprian gasped for air. His feet momentarily left the polished floor.
"The mother of my child is a woman your entire bloodline isn't worthy to look at," Thorne whispered darkly, his face inches from Cyprian's.
August stepped into the foyer just in time to witness the shocking display of physical violence.
He froze. He was genuinely stunned to see the usually unflappable, icy billionaire lose complete control over a woman's honor.
Thorne released Cyprian. He let the gasping man slide down the marble pillar to the floor.
No.6
"Do not follow me, Cyprian. I won't warn you again,"Thorne stated. He calmly adjusted his collar.
Thorne pushed through the revolving glass doors,stepping out into the cool Manhattan night.
August's heart beat faster. The mystery of this unknown woman and child was suddenly intoxicating. He felt a bizarre, voyeuristic compulsion pulling him forward.
August moved toward the revolving doors.
Allena grabbed his arm. Her manicured nails dug painfully into his suit jacket. "August, stop! People are watching!"
No.7
August ripped his arm out of her grasp with a look of pure, unfiltered irritation. He didn't say a word. He stepped into the revolving door, leaving her behind.
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