******The security guard blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Bianca’s sudden shift in tone. He wasn’t sure where she was going with it, and neither was anyone else. All eyes in the dining hall shifted toward them, curious.After a brief pause, the guard nodded his head. “That’s right, ma’am. Every customer is welcome if they can pay for whatever they ordered,” he repeated.As soon as she heard this, Bianca let out a laugh so shrill and wild that several diners flinched.It wasn’t joy… it was mockery, bubbling out of her like venom.“Look at him!” she cried, pointing dramatically at Glenn like a circus host revealing a freak exhibit. “Does this scumbag look like someone who can afford even the cheapest bottle of table water here… let alone an actual meal?!”The room froze again. Then, slowly, all heads turned back toward Glenn.He hadn’t moved.He was still seated calmly, still relaxed, and still calmly scrolling through the digital menu as though none of the chaos was me

****** There, slumped in a throne of plates and half-eaten dishes, was her man… a pot-bellied, overdressed figure in his mid-thirties, who appeared more focused on devouring the restaurant than participating in its drama. His cheeks bulged with food. His gold watch glistened with crumbs. He looked like someone who had just been let loose at an all-you-can-eat buffet after a year of fasting. He, alongside Glenn, was perhaps the only other person in the building who didn’t seem remotely disturbed by the chaos. Bianca blinked in disbelief as she took in the mountain of emptied plates around him. A flicker of hesitation crossed her expression, but it vanished quickly. She turned to the crowd with a dramatic flair, then wrapped her arms lovingly around the man’s rounded shoulders. “Look at my man!” she announced loudly, startling the entire restaurant once again. Her voice dripped with sugary exaggeration. “He is my love, my one and only, and my greatest treasure.” The diners collec

******Bianca’s gaze turned cold again. Her posture stiffened. And her eyes gleamed with veiled hostility.Her aura shifted... turning so intense, venomous, and almost murderous.Then, just as suddenly, she turned back to Stanley, who had finally slowed his frenzied eating and was now dabbing his mouth lazily with a napkin, looking mildly confused by the commotion.“He was…” she began, her tone turning syrupy and pitiful in an instant. “My love, this scumbag was a nobody,” she sneered, venom dripping from every syllable.Everyone turned to look at her. A few eyebrows lifted in confusion, unsure where this was going.But Bianca didn’t stop.Her voice cracked with emotion, her frame trembling slightly with what looked like a mixture of rage and long-buried hurt. Her eyes glistened, her lips quivering like a woman recalling a tragedy she’d never fully recovered from.“My love, you must avenge me,” she cried out suddenly, her voice rising with raw desperation, catching Stanley off

******Bianca had expected Glenn to flinch, to pale, to panic, and to crack.She had been sure the mask of apathy he had worn so arrogantly would fall the moment Stanley loomed over him. She had expected something… a twitch, a flicker of fear, a tremble in his hand, a hint of sweat above his brow.Something to show that the noose she had so carefully tied around his neck was finally beginning to choke him.But Glenn…Glenn had remained perfectly still.Not a muscle shifted. Not an eyelid twitched.He just sat there like a painting… half-lidded gaze lowered at the menu tablet, his face unreadable, cold, and maddeningly calm. Like a man in a café choosing between lemon tart and vanilla mousse. Unhurried. Unbothered.There was no trace of fear.No flicker of concern.Not even mild surprise.Just that same detached stillness. A terrifying calm that spat in the face of hysteria. He didn’t even glance at Stanley, as if unaware that the man was charging at him like an enraged bull

******‘He… he is a psychopath!’This thought echoed in their minds, and in the next second, a strong chill enveloped the room, a deep, sudden cold that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.Hearts skipped beats, palms turned clammy, and legs trembled beneath tables.Some of the diners began to visibly shiver, a few turned ghostly pale, and more than one person could be seen muttering silent prayers.They all began to remember the things they had said just minutes ago…The insults.The mocking sneers.The condemnation.They remembered hissing at him like venom.They had labeled him, branded him, and condemned him.To them, Glenn wasn’t just a disgraced ex-convict.He was a rapist.A monster.And now…Now they were staring at that same man... someone they had believed to be pathetic, weak, and ruined. Yet, he had just laid waste to a human tank.He hadn’t done so by struggling. He hadn’t done it by fighting back.No.He had sent Stanley flying back with just… w