Lucian Newton wiped his face, only to find the snow had melted into a disgusting yellow mess.

“Ugh—”

His handsome features twisted in revulsion, and he doubled over by a tree, vomiting violently.

Sylvia Newton, shaken by the guard’s sudden retaliation, stumbled backward, afraid she might be thrown out next.

“You—You hit him!” she stammered, pointing at the guard’s nose in disbelief.

The security guard straightened his collar calmly.

“That was self-defense. Now get lost before I have to deal with you too.”

Sylvia shot a furious glare at him, then looked at Lucian—still hunched and useless. Her face twisted in frustration as she stomped her heel.

“Let’s go, Lucian.”...