After two seconds of silence, he finally released his grip, his hands clenched into tight fists.
The tray in his hand fell to the ground with a sharp clatter, drawing the startled gazes of everyone in the room.
Hannah stared in shock at Beauty and Lucas, too stunned to breathe, let alone chase after them.
"Apologies, everyone.
There's urgent business at the company, so Mr. Marson and I must take our leave.
Enjoy the evening..."
Even as Lucas dragged her away forcefully, Beauty managed to turn back and offer a strained smile to the crowd.
After all, the attendees tonight were all influential figures—some even had their phones out, recording the scene.
Any negative rumors spreading later would tarnish both Lucas's and her own reputation.
One was the company's top executive, the other its brand ambassador.
Neither could afford a scandal that might damage the company's image.
