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“Is he really that despicable?”
“Miss Hunt, throw them out!”
“That’s not enough—lock them up in the holding cell!”
The crowd’s whispers turned vicious. They were all eager for a spectacle.
Patty’s eyes narrowed with a smug, haughty glare. “Waylon, did you hear that? I’m giving you an out. Stay with me, and get this woman out. If not, you’ll both be tossed out!”
Waylon’s expression turned ice cold. “And what if I choose neither?”
“Heh…” Patty sneered. “Then both of you can enjoy the holding cell together!”
The threat was no joke. The holding cell was notorious—a place reserved for traitors, outfitted with brutal tools of punishment where many had met their end. Patty was now driven by the twisted logic that if she couldn’t have him, no one could.
She waved her hand, and some guards moved forward. “Take them to the holding cell!” she commanded.
The guards closed in on Waylon and Isabella, their hands just inches away when a sharp, authoritative voice rang out. “Stop!”
Babette had arrived. She was flanked by two servants, radiating an aura of undeniable power. Her mere presence silenced the crowd, who quickly bowed in respect.
“Your Majesty.”
“Good day, Your Majesty.”
Patty quickly greeted her as well. “Your Majesty.”
Then she turned toward Waylon and Isabella. “Your Majesty, these two are frauds! This man pretended to be my boyfriend just to sneak in with another woman.”
Patty looked at Babette with a mix of grievance and anticipation. Since Babette was her relative and knew the whole story, she was sure she would help her get Isabella and Waylon kicked out.
“Are you telling me that he pretended to be your boyfriend just to get in here?” Babette asked, her eyes fixed on Patty.
Patty nodded. “Yes.”
Babette raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? But they’ve been here for several days now.” She sneered coldly.
Patty was stunned, caught off guard by Babette’s response. The others’ eyes widened in surprise. Had these two really been here for days?
Isabella looked at Patty, the corners of her lips twitching into a disdainful sneer. Although she remained silent, her piercing gaze spoke volumes. Patty could feel the waves of intense contempt emanating from her.
“Your Majesty, why are they here?” Patty asked, her confusion evident.
Babette didn’t bother to explain. Instead of answering Patty’s question, she simply said, “The engagement ceremony is imminent.”
Clearly, she implied that further disruptions would not be tolerated, and those causing trouble needed to stop.
With that, Babette turned and walked away without saying another word.
The guards returned to their posts, completely ignoring Patty’s plight.
The onlookers around cast sidelong, amused glances at Patty. Rather than sympathizing with her, the crowd mocked her.
Patty trembled uncontrollably, her face burning with a mix of humiliation and rage. This was the first time she had experienced such intense public mortification. She glared at Waylon and Isabella with fury, as if she wanted to swallow them alive.
But Isabella ignored Patty’s anger. With a smile of contempt, she took Waylon’s arm and walked away, brushing past Patty.
Before leaving, Isabella spoke in a low voice, “Do you really believe Waylon can only rely on you?” Her expression was deeply scornful.
The image of Isabella’s dismissive expression was deeply imprinted in Patty’s memory. Her anger flared, and an overwhelming urge to slap Isabella surged through her. However, her past experiences had taught her that such an impulse would be pointless.
All she could do was watch their receding backs, her confusion deepening. How could Isabella stay here for several days? Why would Babette help Isabella and Waylon?
As more people arrived, the anticipation grew. The crowd was eagerly waiting for the ceremony to begin. Isabella stood calmly, her gaze directed toward the door. She noticed that Savannah and Andrew had not yet arrived.
Waylon also noticed this and couldn’t help but glance at Isabella with concern. The engagement ceremony had been scheduled for noon, and it was already past that time. The main participants were still missing, causing hushed murmurs to ripple through the crowd.
“Are they not here yet?”
“It seems there’s going to be a delay. It probably takes a lot of time for Savannah to do her makeup.”
“Savannah’s marriage to Andrew means that her father will…”
The sentence hung in the air as the guests exchanged meaningful glances. Though it was unfinished, the implication was clear. If Savannah could form a strong alliance with Lorpond, her father would gain more support, increasing his influence and standing.
Slowly, many in the crowd began siding with Savannah. Patty, however, felt a deep dissatisfaction gnawing at her. Even though some noble ladies tried to ingratiate themselves with her, she couldn’t shake the resentment in her heart.
As Savannah had not shown up yet, Patty couldn’t help but walk toward Waylon. He looked at her warily, instinctively positioning himself between her and Isabella.
“What do you want?” he snapped, his sharp gaze cutting through her.
Patty’s words were through clenched teeth. “Don’t worry. I won’t lay a finger on her. After all, today is my cousin’s engagement ceremony.”
However, Waylon remained vigilant, his stance unwavering.
Patty said coldly, “Waylon, the contract you signed with the company explicitly states that artists are prohibited from being in a romantic relationship. Now you’re breaching that contract. Have you ever considered the consequences? Maybe you can’t bear them.”
“Who’s in a relationship?” Waylon replied, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you saying you’re not? But here you are, attending a banquet with another woman,” Patty said, her anger rising.
Waylon fell silent.
Seizing the opportunity, Patty continued, “Do you know how much the penalty is? I’m giving you one last chance. If you want to save yourself, make her leave.”
“Make her leave? How is that even possible?” Waylon remained firm.
His steadfastness exhausted Patty’s patience. “Fine! Prepare to pay a ten-billion-dollar penalty then.”
With that, she raised her head, searching Waylon’s face for any sign of panic.
For more popular celebrities, the penalty for breaching a contract was exorbitant—designed to keep them in check.
Some of Patty’s friends stepped in, trying to persuade Waylon. “Patty is good to you. Don’t be ungrateful.”
“That’s right. Where else can you find someone as good as Patty?”
“Waylon, if I were you, I’d be overjoyed to be given such an opportunity.”
Despite their attempts to sway him, Waylon’s expression remained unchanged. He looked at them with disdain in his eyes and said, “I told you, I don’t like you. I just don’t. Even if you were the only woman left in this world, I would never choose you. I will never be with someone I don’t like.”
Such insulting words darkened Patty’s face immediately.
Waylon had gone too far this time.
How dare he humiliate her in front of everyone again?
Damn it!
It seemed she had been too kind to him.
“Fine! Just wait for the letter from our legal department. Make sure you’re prepared to pay the liquidated damages. Even if you beg me later, it won’t change a thing,” Patty said coldly, her hatred practically radiating from her.
Waylon said indifferently, “The company is responsible for managing my image. You should have done more to address the rumors when they spread like wildfire online. Instead, you did absolutely nothing.”
“Really? You have the nerve to say that after breaching the contract? You’re no longer part of the company, and you brought this upon yourself. Why should the company waste any resources on you now?” Patty scoffed, turning around to leave with her friends.
Inside, her heart burned with jealousy and resentment.
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