Beatrice, who had also taken notice of the drama, stood beside a pillar, watching the family she envied get accused—accusations that could ultimately destroy them.
While watching, she noticed the guy standing in the middle, making the accusations. He was familiar—deadly familiar. She had seen him sowhere, up to three tis; she was sure of it. Then she noticed a certain red hair beside him, and that was when she flared.
Draven Swift!!
She was right, because his face turned slightly, revealing his side profile, and she almost gagged on her wine.
"You asshole!! And that whore was the one that stole my man, that faggot ass," she spat, unable to believe her boyfriend sucked another guy’s dick. That was the implication of everything unfolding before her eyes.
Cassandra, one of her closest allies, ca closer to tell her what she had found, only to see Beatrice already moving toward where the drama was unfolding.
"Bea, where are you heading?? Don’t go there," Cassandra tried to stop her, but Beatrice kept moving at speed until she abruptly stopped.
A pool of blood lay close to her feet.
She staggered back, disgust written all over her face.
Looking up, she saw soone had been stabbed—and it was done by the crazy wife of Mr. Lancaster.
"I said I was the one that killed them—can’t you believe ?" Celeste scread, proving her point by driving a small knife into the stomach of Adrian, who hadn’t expected the attack.
He clutched his stomach, screeching in pain as he bent over, holding the bleeding spot.
"See!! This is what I can do, and probably more, so I am the one you’re looking for!" she protested.
Daniel, who saw Adrian’s state, frowned deeply in annoyance.
"How dare you stab one of my own, you despicable woman!" he scread.
Celeste’s face turned white. This was the first ti Daniel had ever used such a word on her, and it made her chest squeeze painfully.
Lawrence, already frustrated by the turn of events, had had his fill. Arresting both of them was the only solution.
How could such a terrible family even exist? The whole thing was shocking.
"Take them both—and you, the bleeding fellow, you’re coming with too," Lawrence said, referring to Adrian.
Daniel sent him a malicious gaze.
"Better keep your hands off him and do your duty as an officer by carrying your incompetent ass out of here with these criminals," Daniel spat.
Lawrence, who had never been insulted so openly, couldn’t even speak.
Xylander tapped Daniel, urging him to calm down, then looked up at Lawrence with a warning glare. The latter retreated.
"Honey, just chill a bit. It’s all taken care of," Xylander said, placing a kiss on Daniel’s cheek.
Daniel sighed. "Can you imagine him trying to arrest Adrian when two criminals are standing right here?"
He was still boiling when Draven hugged him.
"It’s fine. We’re here now, so everything will be settled," Draven said.
Right before their eyes, Mr. Lancaster was bundled up and dragged toward the car, with Celeste running after him like a hopeless fly. Dorothy tried to reason with Lawrence, but he ignored her. Filled with sha, she stood there watching as her family’s night was ruined by Daniel’s influence. The authority of that man was sickening.
"Let go, you fools! If I get to the station, I’ll get you all fired—trust , permanently ending your careers!" Mr. Lancaster threatened, but it failed miserably.
Lawrence smiled. "See you at the station."
Celeste was arrested as well, charged with attempted murder. Both were thrown into the back of the police van, marking the end of the grand dinner night.
Lawrence looked one last ti at the Lancaster mansion, then straight into Daniel’s eyes. Daniel noticed—and stared right back.
Lawrence shivered, chills running down his spine. Shaking his head, he drove off at speed. Ti to get this matter solved.
That night wasn’t the sa for the guests, especially the dignitaries who had planned to sign contracts that would benefit the family and company. Now, with the scandal surrounding Mr. Lancaster, none of that would happen.
At a distance, Dorothy tried desperately to stop a group of n from leaving.
"Please, it’s just a minor issue. Don’t go. I’m sure we can sort it out," she pleaded.
She knew how much those n were worth. Losing them would cause a massive loss—one they wouldn’t recover from for years.
"So your son is a pedophilic human, an abuser, and possibly a murderer, and you want us to ignore that?" one man snapped. "Impossible, ma’am. Absolutely impossible."
With that final declaration, they all left in haste, unwilling to taint their reputations by staying any longer.
Defeated, Dorothy stood there, reminiscing about how the night had fallen apart because of that demon—Daniel Lancaster.
"He is not part of our family anymore, please..." she scread, but no one listened.
Guests rushed out in numbers, so stopping to take selfies with Daniel—their beloved hero and prince.
Daniel stood near the ambulance tending to Adrian. Despite the chaos of people pushing and staring, they managed to get him inside.
Draven frowned. "I don’t see why we shouldn’t just leave him here and continue what we were doing."
Daniel shook his head. "I won’t let him die yet. I need him for my plan. How many tis do I have to say it? You people should not rest on this issue."
Draven cupped Daniel’s chin and placed a soft kiss on it. "He’s taking too much of your ti, and it’s making jealous. I don’t like it."
Daniel laughed, pulling both Xylander and Draven close. "We have the house all to ourselves, and I can’t wait to get in bed with you both. Fuck."
He shalessly cupped Xylander’s dick, feeling it harden instantly, turning him on badly. Draven’s was already on another level.
"I want this so badly..." Draven whispered, his hunger obvious.
As they kissed, switching between lips that promised to make him utterly breathless, they were interrupted just as Daniel was about to take him in.
"Fuck—who is that motherfucker??"
A familiar face appeared.
Beatrice Bradford.
She stord forward and slapped Daniel hard, the sound echoing as he staggered back in shock.
Draven turned, eting the malicious gaze of his ex, his blood turning cold.
"You bastard. You left at the altar for this plain Jane."
And if he had been enraged before—now he was exploding.
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