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Who Dares Cause A Fuss?
Author: Enahoro BHB
last update2025-08-20 01:42:56

Beat him up! Kill him!” Michael’s voice cracked with venom, his hand clutching his swollen cheek as he struggled to rise. The crowd, a sea of tailored suits and glittering gowns, parted like a tide, their whispers turning to gasps. No one moved to help Michael, their eyes fixed on Warren, who stood unflinching at the center of the storm. His presence, once unremarkable, now radiated a quiet menace that made the air feel heavier, the lights dimmer.

On the stage, Victor’s lips curled into a sadistic smile, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. He leaned back in his chair, one arm draped possessively around Rachel, who sat rigid, her face a mask of conflicting emotions—guilt, fear, and something dangerously close to awe. “Look at him,” Victor sneered, his voice low but carrying over the murmurs. “Making a fool of himself. No one’s going to save him now.”

The guests, emboldened by Victor’s confidence, tittered nervously, their earlier mockery of Warren now tinged with unease. They sens
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