Hope Williams's eyes widened as she shouted, "Liam Cloud!"
The chair that was meant to land hesitated for a split second, its force slightly withdrawn.
Ultimately, under everyone's horrified gaze, the chair shattered on the table, scattering debris everywhere, poker chips flying into the air.
Waylon Lewis strode forward and pulled the stunned Hope into his arms, shielding her with his body from the sharp fragments.
Screams erupted across the room.
Everyone present was petrified, staring at the debris-strewn ground. That figure seemed like a devil.
Asher Ross clutched his head and, in the instant Liam Cloud was about to strike, dragged the woman in his arms to shield himself.
Kya White let out a scream, her face turning pale from fright.
Liam Cloud's strikingly handsome face was full of hostility, his lips curling into a cold, mocking smile.
"Coward!"
"Liam Cloud!" Asher Ross roared, his face turning dark, his teeth clenched with rage.
