"What seems to be the problem here?" Dominic Beaumont's voice cut through the tension with the precision of a surgeon's blade.
I stood my ground, heart hammering against my ribs. The entire room had gone silent, everyone watching the drama unfold like vultures circling a carcass.
"Mr. Beaumont," Caleb stepped forward, his expression morphing into something more respectful. "I apologize for this disturbance. My fiancée was just assaulted by this woman."
Fiona whimpered on cue, holding her wrist as if it were broken. "She twisted my arm when I asked her politely to leave."
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but Leo beat me to it.
"That's an outright lie," he said firmly. "I watched the whole thing. Fiona grabbed Mrs. Sterling, then deliberately threw herself to the ground."
Dominic's gaze swept over all of us, calculating. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something like recognition in his eyes when he looked at me, but it vanished so quickly I might have imagined it.
