NovelGoldChapter 357 Sean stood in the doorway, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit that accentuated his tall, commanding presence. He looked every bit the picture of authority-broad-shouldered, straight-backed, and utterly unyielding. The moment Sean caught sight of Claire, disheveled and covered in cream, a fierce, burning anger flared in his piercing eyes. Without a word, he strode over to her, and with a swift, calculated kick, sent Mac Brown-who had been gripping Claire's arm-crashing to the floor. Mac's large frhit the ground with a heavy thud, and he let out a pained yelp.
Sean didn't seem to notice, or care, about the cream smeared across Claire's clothes. He gently pulled her into his arms, shielding her, one hand tenderly rubbing her back in reassurance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClaire clung to him desperately, clutching the fabric of his suit jacket as if it were a lifeline.
Everyone in the room froze at the sight of Sean. His presence was overwhelming. The fitted black suit made him seem even taller and more imposing; his chiseled features-high-bridged nose, tightly pressed lips-radiated a cold, commanding authority that left everyone rooted to the spot, stunned.
It took a long moment before anyone found their voice.
"Who the hell are you?" someone finally blurted out. "You think you can just hit one of our friends? Are you looking for trouble?" "Yeah! Just 'cause you look all fancy in that suit doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Do you even know where you are? This is the Grandeur Hotel's exclusive VIP lounge! Our class heartthrob, Asher, is a favorite of Mr. Foster, the CEO of Foster & Co. Mess with us, and you're messing with Mr. Foster himself!" A woman piped up, her voice dripping with contempt. "Hey, handsome, are you friends with Claire? Letwarn you, she's nothing but trouble—a homewrecker and an ex-con. You seem like a decent guy, so do yourself a favor and stay away from her." A chorus of voices erupted, everyone talking over each other, their accusations growing louder and more vicious. Asher, who had been standing off to the side basking in his earlier triumph, now looked completely rattled. His self-satisfied smirk vanished. He stared at Claire, now shielded in Sean's arms, unable to comprehend what was happening. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the noise from the crowd drowned him out. He just stood there, eyes darting nervously, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Sean's gaze swept coldly across the room. Everywhere his eyes landed, people involuntarily shivered. Finally, his attention fixed on Asher. "So you're the famous Asher they keep talking about?" Sean's voice was low and icy.
A sense of dread crept over Asher. His knees nearly buckled, but he forced a sycophantic smile onto his face. "Y- yes, that's me. Mr. Foster, I-I didn't expect to see you here." Sean's eyes were like shards of ice. "This lounge was reserved under my name. Why wouldn't I be here?" Everyone exchanged nervous glances. Their expressions shifted in an instant- from cocky arrogance to shock, then to abject fear. It suddenly dawned on them: the impeccably dressed man before them was none other than the CEO of Foster & Co.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd judging by the protective way he held Claire, could he really be her fiancé? The men in the group instantly straightened their backs, plastering ingratiating smiles on their faces, while the women looked at Sean with open adoration, their eyes glimmering with hope and calculation.
Scarlet's gaze was glued to Sean, not daring to look away for a second. The malice she'd shown Claire moments earlier had vanished as she tried to appear sweete and innocent. She tossed her hair and said in her most charming voice, "Mr. Foster, that woman in your arms just tried to seduce Asher. We couldn't stand by and watch, so we... stepped in to teach her a lesson for you." She tossed her hair again, clearly trying to catch his attention.
Sean didn't spare her so much as a glance. To him, she was invisible.
His eyes never left Asher as he continued, "I reserved this lounge for my friend's birthday. Who gave you permission to be here? And the cake the hotel manager prepared-who told you it was yours to ruin?"
Asher was trembling now. "Mr. Foster, I-I had no idea you'd om reserved this lounge for your friend's birthday. If I'd known, I never would have cin." He frantically pointed at his classmates. "It was all their idea! I only cbecause they said everyone was gathering in Lounge 101."
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