Chapter 8 - The Confrontation
Ethan set Noah down behind Elena, stepping forward until he stood inches away from his younger brother in the middle of the ballroom floor.
"Take your right hand out of your pocket, Julian," Ethan demanded, his tone dangerously low and smooth.
Julian attempted a weak, arrogant laugh, though visible beads of cold sweat began gathering on his forehead under the bright chandelier lights. "Ethan, brother, don't be ridiculous! Are you really going to listen to the crazy rambling of a hired maid and a confused toddler over your own blood?"
"I said take your hand out," Ethan repeated, his massive frame looming over Julian like a dark shadow of judgment.
When Julian hesitated, pulling back toward the wall, Ethan reached out with lightning speed, grabbing Julian’s right wrist and ripping his hand out of his pocket.
The crowd gasped in unison.
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Julian's right ring finger was completely bare, displaying a fresh, raw red abrasion where the gold signet ring had just been violently ripped off his skin moments ago.
👉 Read PART 9 to see how the security guard tried to fight his way out!
