The jarring sight made Cassian Jennings clench his fists. He rushed from the crowd, vaulted onto the stage, and tore the two apart. Before the other man could even react, Cassian had already slammed a fist into his face.
"Get out!"
The sharp command was enough to send a shiver through everyone present. The man, especially, trembled in fear the moment he saw his attacker was Cassian Jennings. He turned and hastily jumped off the stage.
When Amelia Avery saw Cassian Jennings, she was dazed for a fleeting moment, a pang of heartache striking her. But she quickly suppressed all her emotions.
She gave Cassian Jennings a sultry look, a mocking smile playing on her lips as she spoke coolly, "Cassian Jennings, what's the meaning of this?"
"At your age, you should know better! What are you doing in a place like this?" Cassian Jennings fought back his anger, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it tightly around her.
