"Oliver Perez!"
Unable to control her panic, Olivia Clark bit her teeth, each word escaping her lips in a monotone as she stared at Oliver Perez. She shouldn't have put aside this woman's issue and concentrated only on the competition.
Oliver Perez sneered, "What are you panicking about? If you haven't done anything wrong, you have nothing to fear!"
"Isn't anyone going to get rid of this troublemaker?!"
Unable to bear any longer, Sophia Clark went over to Olivia Clark, and loudly commanded the security guard at the door in a vocal tone.
But no one made a move.
Even the media people didn't know how to react.
Noises came from upstairs.
A voice, old but firm, echoed downwards, "What a ruckus! Truly beneath us."
Yvonne Finley turned around, an old man, Mr. Lambert, was behind her, donned in a simple tunic suit, walking steadily, his statuesque figure showing no sign of aging.
With Mr. Lambert's intervention,
Everyone was caught off guard.
