Richard: Disrespectful? You think a child reaching for a pastry justifies putting your hands on her?
Elena: She belongs to a broken home, and it shows! You've raised an absolute savage—
Richard rose smoothly to his feet while still cradling Chloe securely with one arm against his chest. His posture was rigid, his muscles coiled tight like steel cables ready to snap under immense pressure. He didn't yell or issue another warning; he simply stepped forward with terrifying, cold momentum.
Elena: What are you—get away from me! Security! Somebody stop—
Richard launched forward with blinding speed, shoving Elena hard across her chest with his free hand. The immense physical force sent her staggering backward helplessly across the slick white marble floor. Her heels slipped, her arms flailed wildly, and she crashed directly into a towering, fully-loaded champagne cart.
Elena: Ahhh!
The metal cart toppled over instantly with a deafening cacophony of shattering crystal, spraying hundreds of expensive glasses and golden liquid everywhere. Elena hit the ground hard among the shards and broken bottles, her expensive cream dress instantly ruined and soaked in sticky alcohol. The entire ballroom gasped in unison, shockwaves rippling through the wealthy elite as the illusion of luxury shattered into jagged pieces.
Julian: What the hell are you doing, Richard?! You've lost your mind!
Richard: You're next if you don't keep your mouth shut, Julian.
Before Julian could take another step backward, one of Richard's massive bodyguards moved like a striking viper. With brutal efficiency, the bodyguard grabbed Julian by the collar and swept his legs out from under him, slamming him violently onto the marble floor near the bar counter.
Julian: Ugh! My back! Get this animal off me!
Bodyguard: Stay down. You were laughing a second ago; keep that same energy now.
The second bodyguard stood guard beside Richard, blocking anyone else from interfering as the chaos reached its absolute peak. Elena scrambled backward through the broken glass, her manicured hands bleeding slightly, her face pale with absolute terror as she stared up at the man she had just tried to bully. Can anyone in this room survive the storm that Richard has unleashed?