The commotion in the main hall was impossible to ignore. Shawn’s assistant whispered urgently in his ear: Mrs. Sutton and the Suttons’ adopted daughter had been attacked with acid.
Shawn couldn’t believe that Sabrina didn’t already know.
Yet she seemed completely unfazed by her mother’s injuries, as if it hardly mattered to her.
What kind of pain could make a young woman so utterly hopeless about her own mother?
He’d nearly stepped forward, wanting to tell her, “Whatever you need, I can help.” But just as he moved, he saw Bryce heading toward Sabrina.
Shawn hesitated, retreating into the shadows instead.
He wasn’t sure what had come over him, or why he suddenly felt compelled to help her.
While he stood there lost in thought, he heard her calm, almost indifferent voice.
“Let’s go see what happened.”
“Alright!”
At that moment, a bodyguard rushed over to Sabrina, panic etched across his face.
“Miss, something’s happened—Octavia’s in trouble!”
“What?” Sabrina immediately forgot about Bryce and hurried off with the bodyguard.
“Where is she?” Sabrina demanded.
“This way, Miss. Please, follow me,” the bodyguard replied, leading her quickly down a hallway.
Sabrina’s eyes glinted, betraying no emotion.
Bryce hurried after her, catching up just in time to hear that the Sutton family matriarch was in trouble.
Wasn’t Stella supposed to be with her?
How did this even happen?
A cold shiver ran down his spine. Maybe Octavia had been pushed too far and was on her last legs.
If even Stella couldn’t save her, things must really be bad.
Muttering to himself, Bryce followed in Sabrina’s wake.
As they reached the rear garden, Sabrina suddenly stopped.
The bodyguard, noticing she’d halted, urged her forward anxiously.
Good. If he’s a nobody, this should be easy. As long as he doesn’t interfere, everything would go according to plan.
The leader’s face hardened, and he glared at Bryce with open hostility.
“Sir, I suggest you mind your own business. This is a family matter—why don’t you leave us to it?”
He was just trying to scare Bryce off. Their only target was Sabrina.
But Bryce strolled over with a lazy swagger, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Family matter? And who might you be? Funny, I don’t remember my sister having any business like this.”
Sister?
The leader hesitated, something about this felt off—but there was no time for second-guessing.
When Bryce didn’t back down, the man’s patience snapped. He fixed Bryce with a murderous glare.
“I’ll give you one last warning: walk away, or you’ll regret it. Don’t blame me for what happens next.”
Bryce just yawned and stuck a finger in his ear, looking completely unbothered.

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