"Oh my God! Who is she? Is she crazy? She actually hit Dylan!" someone shouted.
The woman next to her leaned in, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear. "Wait… Miss Ridley just reminded me. I remember now! That scandal three years ago shook the whole city. Wasn't Mr. Hartman's ex-wife, the lead ballerina, supposed to have pushed someone out of a building because she was jealous that Miss Ridley was pregnant? And then Mr. Hartman broke her leg himself? Could this really be her?"
"Yeah, didn't she get kicked out of the Hartman estate after that?" another voice added. "She just… vanished, right?"
Instantly, Dylan staggered, his face pale and sweat dripping down his brow. He clung to the floor, barely keeping himself upright.
Meanwhile, Amara screamed, ignoring the pain in her fractured wrist. She rushed to Dylan's side, positioning herself in front of him like she was protecting him from some threat.
"Elaine, you're insane!" she shouted. "Dylan gave you everything—resources, opportunities! He raised you from nothing to lead the ballet company, and this is how you repay him?"