Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 357

Sean stood in the doorway, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit that accentuated his tall, commanding presence. He looked every bit the picture of authority-broad-shouldered, straight-backed, and utterly unyielding.

The moment Sean caught sight of Claire, disheveled and covered in cream, a fierce, burning anger flared in his piercing eyes. Without a word, he strode over to her, and with a swift, calculated kick, sent Mac Brown-who had been gripping Claire's arm-crashing to the floor. Mac's large frame hit the ground with a heavy thud, and he let out a pained yelp.

Sean didn't seem to notice, or care, about the cream smeared across Claire's clothes. He gently pulled her into his arms, shielding her, one hand tenderly rubbing her back in reassurance.

Claire clung to him desperately, clutching the fabric of his suit jacket as if it were a lifeline.

Everyone in the room froze at the sight of Sean. His presence was overwhelming. The fitted black suit made him seem even taller and more imposing; his chiseled features-high-bridged nose, tightly pressed lips-radiated a cold, commanding authority that left everyone rooted to the spot, stunned.

It took a long moment before anyone found their voice.

hell are you?" someone finally blurted out. "You think you can just hit one of our friends? Are you

you are? This is the Grandeur Hotel's exclusive VIP

piped up, her voice dripping with contempt. "Hey, handsome, are you friends with Claire? Let me warn you, she's nothing but trouble—a homewrecker and an ex-con. You seem

talking over each other, their accusations growing

self-satisfied smirk vanished. He stared at Claire, now shielded in Sean's arms, unable to comprehend what was happening. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the noise from the crowd drowned him out. He

across the room. Everywhere his eyes landed, people involuntarily

his attention fixed on Asher. "So you're

voice was low

His knees nearly buckled, but he forced a sycophantic smile onto his face. "Y-yes, that's

like shards of ice. "This lounge was reserved under my name. Why wouldn't

fear. It suddenly dawned on them: the impeccably dressed man before them was none other than the CEO of Foster

in the group instantly straightened their backs, plastering ingratiating smiles on their faces, while the women looked