At that moment The atmosphere shifted sharply.
Victor's gaze flickered in warning, but it was too late Damien Brown was already moving.
He stepped forward, cutting across the polished floor with measured steps, Every inch of him screamed authority and anger.
Damien didn't bother with smiles or fake politeness.
No, not tonight, Tonight, his frustration was too much to hide.
He stopped just a few feet away from Abigail and Jerry, his face tight with barely controlled emotion, the conversations around them dimmed as more guests turned to watch, sensing the tension boiling over.
Damien's voice was low but clear enough that half the room could hear.
"It's quite disheartening," Damien said, his words sharp like knives, "that after everything... you still chose this path, Abigail."
Abigail stiffened slightly, but she didn't step back, Jerry simply remained where he was, silent, unreadable, his hands still casually in his pockets.
