The crowd panicked. Many of them were confused—they didn't even know who Dashylle was. And who was Lenard Hernando? The elite clan looked at each other, already bickering as they took sides on whether the man in the golden mask was being framed or not.
"Please calm down, everyone! I'm here to save you from that criminal," Dashylle's strict voice echoed.
Yvienna immediately helped calm the hoteliers so they could assist in calming the guests. She didn't want her hotel to take the blame when they had done nothing wrong. Then her brow raised when an old man in a spotless tuxedo hurried toward the golden mask man.
"You're framing Mr. Louie! And who is this Lenard Hernando you're talking about?! You're mistaken!" he said, trying to protect the asshole.
"Y-yeah, that's right! He's a good man!" another person added, stepping closer.
Really? So this is what money and power can do?
But Yvienna's thoughts were interrupted when a loud laugh escaped from her cousin.
