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Chapter_92
The entire room seemed to freeze, the air thick with tension as Micah’s presence cut through the chaos like a blade. His voice was low, powerful, and dripping with authority. Leah’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood there, her pride and anger swiftly transforming into a paralyzing fear. She had never seen Micah like this—his cold, piercing gaze was enough to make even the most confident of people shrink back.
Arianna, still holding her cheek from the slap, shot a glare at Leah, but her expression quickly faltered under the weight of Micah’s gaze. She had no intention of crossing him, especially in front of everyone. The other guests, too, sensed the change in the atmosphere and subtly began to retreat, their whispers dying out as the room held its breath.
Sadie, standing just a step behind Micah, could feel the undercurrent of unease as her gaze flickered from the tense figures in front of her to the icy silence that had overtaken the room. She knew that whatever had just happened was serious. The way everyone was reacting made it clear that the situation had escalated far beyond Leah’s reckless behavior.
“Micah…” Kathleen stammered, her voice trembling as she tried to salvage the situation, “It was just a moment of frustration, Leah didn’t mean any harm. Please… let’s all calm down.”
But Micah was no longer listening to her. His attention was solely on Leah. Slowly, he took a step forward, his voice carrying a chilling command as he addressed her directly. “You’ve made quite the scene tonight, haven’t you?” His tone was cold, his words laced with disapproval. “But now, you’ve crossed a line.”
Leah stood there, paralyzed, unable to find her voice. The slap to Arianna, her outburst at Vincent, and her reckless defiance had all led to this moment—the point of no return. She had never imagined that her evening, meant to be one of grandeur and attention, would spiral so wildly out of control.
“Do you realize the consequences of your actions?” Micah’s voice remained low but cutting. “You’ve disrespected not just the people here, but the very atmosphere I’ve worked to cultivate.”
Kathleen, in a last-ditch effort to defuse the situation, stepped forward. “Mr. Clemens, please. Leah didn’t understand the severity of her actions. We’re not here to cause trouble. We’re—”
“Enough,” Micah interjected, his voice sharp, the finality of his words silencing Kathleen in an instant. He turned to the bodyguards who had restrained Leah. “Release her.”
The bodyguards, who had been holding Leah in place, quickly stepped back. Leah stood there, trembling, her face flushed with both shame and fear. Micah’s presence loomed over her like a storm ready to break. The crowd, still silent, watched in awe and anticipation.
Micah turned away from her and towards Arianna, his demeanor shifting ever so slightly as he addressed the situation with practiced ease. “Arianna, are you hurt?” His tone softened, the shift in his behavior just enough to show his concern.
Arianna, still reeling from the slap, hesitated before responding. “No… I’m fine,” she said, rubbing her cheek but maintaining her composure. “It’s just… a little too much for some people to handle.”
Sadie watched the exchange carefully, her instincts telling her that something wasn’t adding up. The way Micah had handled the entire situation—his calmness, his control—was unsettling, almost as if he had anticipated this turn of events.
Leah, still standing there, was visibly shaking, her pride shattered. “Micah, I—” she began, but the words caught in her throat. She couldn’t even begin to justify what had happened. There was no excuse for her behavior, no way to explain how things had spiraled out of control.
Micah turned to face her once more, his expression unreadable. “I suggest you leave before this gets any worse.”
His words were the final blow. Leah, her face pale and full of disbelief, looked toward her mother, who stood there helplessly, unable to offer any support. The humiliation was overwhelming. She had been exposed in front of everyone—her temper, her pride, all of it laid bare for the world to see.
With a mix of dread and shame, Leah slowly turned and walked away, her head bowed in defeat. Kathleen followed, but not without casting one last apologetic glance at Micah.
The room remained still as Micah’s gaze lingered on the retreating figures. Sadie, still at his side, watched the scene unfold. She could feel the weight of the tension, but there was something else too—a sense of foreboding. Something was shifting in the air, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that this night, despite all the drama, was only the beginning.
