Suddenly, Marquise’s voice came from downstairs again, "Would you like a dance with me?"
"I ... can't dance."
"It doesn't matter. I'll teach you."
Emily gnawed at her fingernails and wondered whether to save the girl who was about to fall for Marquise's game. She didn't hear the girl's answer, assuming that the girl was probably hesitating.
Marquise added, "Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad guy."
Hearing this, Emily couldn't stand it anymore and picked up the flower pot beside her, throwing it at the well-dressed man downstairs.
Then there was a bang.
Quite a few people were frightened. A woman's scream sounded, mingled with Marquise's furious roar, "Who did this?"
Then the butler and the servants, as well as all the guests in the hall, rushed out, "What happened?"
Marquise clamped a hand to his forehead and gestured at the floor above, "Someone threw a flower pot at me!"
Maury frowned and said, "That can't be! Everyone is downstairs. There is no one upstairs."
