Cindy Selas's breathing was rapid, her face flushed red, and tears welled up in her eyes.
The crystal-clear teardrops slid down her cheeks, making her look pitiful.
Unfortunately, Joan Edwin was completely unmoved by her plight, immune to the appeal of beauty or sentiment.
This sudden outburst had shocked everyone around them.
Seeing his rage, they fumbled for words, attempting to intervene, "Joan, Cindy is just..."
But before they could finish, Joan glared at the speaker and barked, "Shut up!"
His eyes were fierce and unforgiving, like a starving wolf cub.
No one dared to speak up again.
A young man standing beside Joan tugged at his arm and said quietly, "Joan, calm down. She's just talking nonsense, don't stoop to her level. Let her go now."
Joan had just made the Trends list, and who knew how many people were watching him now?
If word got out about this, Joan would be relentlessly berated by the public.
"You shut up too." Joan shot Mason Driver an unmistakable glance.
