Immediately Silence followed, the crowd stood still.
Some of the staff exchanged uncomfortable glances, but nobody dared move.
Cecilia didn't flinch. She just stood there, cold and still as stone, her eyes unreadable. But the sting from their words didn't go unnoticed not by Bushman Jr., and definitely not by the silent guards who were still awaiting his next move.
And then.
Bushman Jr.'s eyes slowly turned from Grace to Lady Willow, like a predator sizing up two rats who had crawled into the wrong den.
His chest rose once. Then twice.
His face twisted, and without a flicker of mercy in his tone, he roared.
"You crazy bastards!"
At that moment, just as Bushman Jr. was about to take a single step toward executing his wrath, a gentle voice pulled him back.
It was Cecilia, Calm. Poised. Firm.
