So George Flack didn't hesitate this time, instantly releasing Mallia Mamet's hand, and staggered backward.
But this time, the onlookers weren't so interested in George's every move.
After George left the center of the stage, the music immediately changed, followed by the swaying skirt hems and a procession of gentlemen.
George hid in a dark corner, watching the people immerse themselves in the dance, and his mood gradually calmed down. It seemed as if no one cared about what had just happened, as if no one would even remember.
Bowing his head, George sighed and really didn't know why he had come here, saying it was for business, but George thought about his own clown-like dance.
He did nothing else and didn't even know where Thomas Yates was. If it were not for the fact that George didn't know where the driver had taken the car afterward, he would have really wanted to leave the place.
