"Sophia… you dared to dress like this, so don't blame me. Just let me have my fun—having a woman like you, it's worth it."
The man held her up and started dragging her outside.
Harper was still going wild on the dance floor, completely unaware of what was happening.
Lucas tensed, ready to stand, but hesitated. Too many eyes. If he moved now, he risked being recognized.
"Mr. Hilton, let me go."
Alex stepped forward, but Lucas pulled out a mask, slipped it on, and rose to his feet.
"My God…" Alex's eyes widened. His boss never stood in public. Ever.
The man was the very definition of prideful—a cold CEO who pretended not to care. But the truth? He clearly cared about Sophia.
"Hand her over."
Louis had barely led Sophia out of the bar when he was blocked by a tall figure. The man wore a large mask that hid his face, but his aura screamed authority and power.
"And who the hell are you? Hand her over? Don't make me laugh."
