Myra, now visibly trembling, grabbed Alan's arm. "Do something! Stop her!" she shrieked, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear.
However, no one moved to obey Myra's demands. Instead, a group of men in black suits emerged from the shadows and surrounded the stage. Their presence left no room for argument—these were not ordinary security personnel. Their stance was clear: they were protecting Ephyra, ensuring that no one would approach or disrupt what was unfolding.
The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, but the men's presence created an invisible barrier that no one dared to cross. Ephyra, standing in the center of the storm, remained calm, her expression serene as the guests reacted around her.
From the corner of the room, a figure emerged—Leandra. Her movements were unhurried, yet her eyes blazed with fury. She approached the stage, her gown sweeping behind her like a cape.
