After all, our past had been a public spectacle. Everyone knew how vicious things had gotten between us.
I picked up my lighter and walked out.
The two men next to me thought I was about to storm the stage and beat up her fiancé.
They instinctively grabbed my arm.
I raised an eyebrow at them.
"Ah—haha, Diego, where are you going?"
"Restroom," I replied flatly.
"Oh, right, of course."
They sat back down, laughing nervously.
Just before I left, I caught their hushed whispers.
"Two years apart, and Diego's temper has calmed a lot."
"Seriously. Just now, I thought he'd rip that pretty boy's face apart."
"Two years, and he still hasn't let go. The moment he saw Kianna with another man, he had to run out to cool off."
"Well, since nothing happened, let the security team stand down."
Only after stepping outside did I notice the two rows of bodyguards lined up at the door.
When they saw me, their expressions tensed.
The one in the lead touched his earpiece, then gestured for his men to fall back.
I sat down on the lawn and called my daughter.
Over the phone, she chattered about the new story she had learned today.
Meanwhile, Kianna's interview moved outdoors.