"Honey, let's go home. Your husband misses you."
Aidan Lucas pecked her lips and, as soon as he left the hall, a group of burly men in black surrounded him.
Sebastian Lucas VII with his cold face, along with his men, followed behind them and strode away.
It was only then that the guests in the club realized.
That there were so many men in black, hidden in the shadows all along.
"Who... is that man... How can he..."
Watching Aidan Lucas's departing figure, everyone showed a look of surprise.
*
With the disruption just now over, music started playing again. The atmosphere in the hall quickly became lively.
Among the glamorous young men and women, they drank, danced, and reveled.
At this point, David Redington had retreated to a quiet corner.
He was still alone, leaning against the corner wall.
He held a wine glass in his hand, sipped it gently, looking lonely and desolate.