The ballroom, which had previously been lively, had now descended into chaos. The guests remained standing in their respective places; some whispered among themselves, while others busily recorded everything with their phones. That night, the name Daxon Group became the center of attention—not because of its new perfume, but because of an incident no one had ever imagined.

Gevan finally moved.

The moment he saw Hellena walking quickly toward the ballroom exit, he stepped down from the stage with long strides. His face was hard, his jaw clenched tightly. Ignoring the stares of the crowd, he chased after Hellena.

“Stop!” he shouted.

Hellena did not turn around.

Gevan quickened his...