Chapter 64
Author: Anakin Detour
last update2025-06-02 20:46:02

The tension in the hall was thick enough to choke on. Glasses clinked quietly, music had died down, and people were no longer pretending to enjoy the party. They were watching. Waiting.

Jaden and Stanwell stood across from each other like two lit fuses.

Stanwell’s eyes didn’t blink. His hands were already flexing, shoulders squared, like he was seconds from swinging. “You’re dead, you hear me?” he growled, stepping forward.

“Gentlemen,” a calm voice cut in from the side, breaking the stare-down.

It was Donald Winston, walking slowly toward them. He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t panicking. Just calm, measured, and serious.

“Come on now,” Donald said, glancing at both men with the kind of smile you wear when you’re trying to stop a brawl without embarrassing anyone. “Let’s not do this here.”

Stanwell didn’t say anything at first, just kept his eyes locked on Jaden. But he didn’t throw a punch either. That alone was progress.

Donald stopped between them. “I know both of you. I respect both
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