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With just a few swift moves, Shane knocked all of Owen's bodyguards to the ground.

The onlookers gasped in astonishment, murmuring among themselves. It had been a long tsince anyone in Eldoria had dared to stand up to the Quill family, and seeing them face resistance was shocking.

"You're next, con!" Shane taunted, beckoning to Owen with a mocking wave of his hand. Owen, to the crowd's surprise, broke into a cold sweat and began to back away.

For those who had suffered under the Quill family's bullying for years, seeing Owen like this was nothing short of miraculous. Even Sonia, who had grown up in a powerful family herself, was impressed. No one in her family had ever managed to make Owen retreat like this-Shane had given her a reason to feel proud.

"You... Just you wait!" Owen stammered, continuing to backpedal.

At that moment, one of the theater's staff members approached. Leading them was a woman drossod in striking red, who gave Shane a sense of familiarity, though he couldn't quite place where he'd seen her before. "You work for the Magnolia Theater, right? I'm Owen Quill of the Quill family! This fool dared to attack us, so you better teach him a lesson!" Owen demanded, barking orders at the red-clad woman as though he owned the place.

bowed to him. But this time, things didn't go as planned. Without warning, the woman in red

only ones with privileges are those personally chosen by the maestro herself-not

did you just say?" Owen stammered, his face turning red

said it in Changeant Before Owen could react further, the woman slapped him again, knocking him to the ground, her boldness

said, "We'd like to book one of the front-row VIP suites!" Shane had done his research with Sonia. The Magnolia

their head. "Sorry, Maestro Moretti has already reserved the front-row VIP suites herself. No one else can book them."

the Quill family! Do you really think she'd refuse us?" The woman in red laughed coldly. "Sorry, but the Quill family doesn't have that kind of privilege." "What?!" Owen's laughter died instantly, replaced by a look of humiliation

seizing the moment, sneered, "Looks like you're not as important as you think you are. Just another overgrown brat acting tough." "You son of a-" Owen, his pride shattered, was

to see Xander Quill, Owen's uncle, arriving with a group of