"Mr. Chester, I've heard your name for a long time, and I'm glad to finally meet you..." A beautiful figure quietly approached Chester Yale's side and spoke shyly.
"..." Chester glanced at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him, furrowed his brow and turned to leave.
"Mr. Chester, my name is Sarrah Wilson, and I..."
The woman, who had finally gathered the courage to greet him, saw Chester was about to leave without even talking to her, and felt surrounded by mocking gazes. The picture of Chester assisting Evelyn Sherman just moments before flashed through her mind.
With a determined heart, she lunged at Chester.
"Ah!"
In the nick of time, Chester's eyes darkened and he slightly sidestepped.
Sarrah fell straight to the ground...
A wave of laughter erupted in the Banquet Hall.
Sarrah, still on the ground, had no time to comprehend why Chester would catch Evelyn but let her face-plant. She suddenly realized the whole Banquet Hall had gone eerily quiet.
