The waiter crashed right where Stella had been standing, sending the table and its contents crashing to the ground, shards of glass flying in every direction.

Stella, still shaken, felt her heart pounding in her chest as she turned even paler.

A voice beside her said, "Don't worry, everything's fine." Stella snapped out of it, looking at Marshall Moore who was holding her.

She took a deep breath, pulling her wrist away and whispered softly, "Thank you." Marshall's eyes showed concern, but he held back from moving closer.

He tightened his grip on Stella's hand, murmuring, "As long as you're okay." Keegan, wearing a stern expression, approached.

Before he could react, Stella stepped forward, grabbing his hand.

"Get someone to clean up.

Don't alarm the guests." Keegan's hand trembled slightly in hers.

Stella squeezed it firmly, her eyes assuring him that she was fine, urging him to stay composed.

She noticed a few kids chasing each other, accidentally tripping the waiter.

an accident, but if Keegan lost his temper, it would ruin the image he had just projected

Keegan calmed down under her

his emotions, comforting the crowd while instructing Aldor Hart to send people to clean

chatting with friends nearby,

quickly asked

and almost knocked Stella over." Vermont took a sharp breath, subconsciously glancing

but

Vermont suddenly felt guilty.

had specifically told him to stay

the restroom

didn't expect things to go south

Luckily, nobody was hurt.

would

"These kids...

later." Keegan glared at

clear the

get hurt." To Vermont, it sounded like: "Get my wife to safety

harmed, you'll answer to me."

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