Chapter 857
“Tear the mask off this woman’s face. I want to see exactly what kind of hideous freak is hiding underneath!” Bianca’s finger trembled as she pointed at Serena. Even with the mask on, everyone could tell her face was contorted with fury.
The surrounding guests gasped at the demand.
Having a mask forcibly removed by security in public p>
Regardless of this woman’s identity, it would be an unimaginable humiliation. She would never be able to show her face in high society again.
Who told her to pick a fight with the Doyle family’s heiress?
Everyone knew the Doyle family was currently riding a massive wave of momentum, acting arrogant and untouchable.
And this daughter of the Doyle family was the most vicious of them all.
It was a pity. This woman had a stunning figure and likely possessed a beautiful
face to match, but now she was about to be publicly destroyed.
Listening to the whispers around her, Bianca tilted her chin higher, her eyes gleaming with vindictive pleasure.
She was going to make this arrogant bitch pay the price for her insolence!
The security captain took measured steps toward Serena.
His footsteps were heavy and deliberate.
He was clearly a trained killer.
“Ma’am,” the captain said, his voice gruff and rough. “Forgive the offense p>
With that, he reached his hand toward Serena’s face.
But the girl made no move to dodge.
She simply stood there with a lazy elegance, a faint smirk playing on her crimson lips.
The eyes hidden behind the white angel mask remained serene, carrying an air of absolute indifference.
Just as the captain’s hand was inches from Serena’s face.
Nicholas moved.
The black angel mask covered most of the man’s face, highlighting his sharp,
chiseled jawline and projecting an overwhelmingly dominant presence.
As his gaze locked onto the captain, the atmospheric pressure in the room plummeted.
It was the suffocating authority of someone who had spent a lifetime at the absolute apex of power.
A heavy, crushing weight descended over them.
His fingers twitched, ready to reach out and snap the captain’s wrist.
But a slender, pale hand gently pressed down on the back of the man’s hand.
Serena didn’t say a word.
She simply tapped her knuckles lightly against Nicholas’s skin.
Nicholas instantly understood.
He stopped moving.
And the approaching security captain froze in his tracks as well.
His hand hung rigidly in mid-air.
His eyes were glued to the girl’s finger.
Under the dazzling crystal chandeliers.
The girl wore a blood-red ring on her finger, its surface engraved with an intricate, complex totem.
It was a very specific shade of red.
Not the brilliant sparkle of a ruby.
But rather… the dark, dried crimson of coagulated blood.
The captain’s pupils constricted violently.
His originally fierce, expressionless face twisted into a mask of pure terror.
That ring p>
That totem p>
That was the crest of the Ghost Alliance from the Gray Zone!
As mercenaries hailing from an overseas syndicate, how could this squad possibly fail to recognize the mark of the Ghost Alliance?
Just a while ago, the entire mercenary underworld had been going crazy over a
rumor.
The story went that a foolish squad of mercenaries had taken a contract to cause trouble at a Vinton family banquet, only to provoke someone they should never have crossed they had walked right into the hands of the Ghost Alliance.
Word was, the absolute boss they offended had been wearing the exact same Ghost Alliance ring.
As a result, the entire mercenary syndicate was wiped off the map overnight.
Rumor had it the leader of that
bet
Sad collapsed and begged for
Until he was a broken,
sobbing mess.
A cold sweat broke out across the captain’s back, and his calves began to tremble uncontrollably.
He never would have imagined.
That the terrifying Demon who had appeared in the United Realmon States.
Would suddenly show up here, in Vaelion City, Elyndor!