Chapter 355

The club manager glared at Miranda with icy disdain. His voice cut through the air like winter wind. "Miss, we don't tolerate such behavior here. This is an exclusive establishment. Guests who can't conduct themselves properly aren't welcome here."

The surrounding guests murmured in agreement.

Dominic Blackwood's wealth surpassed some nations' GDP. Any gift for his woman would be worth millions. Why would she steal a measly $900,000 necklace?

Miranda's accusations made no sense without evidence.

Publicly insulting Mr. Blackwood's woman? She must have lost her mind.

First humiliated by Maxwell, then by Dominic, Miranda resembled a cornered animal, forgetting she stood among A City's elite.

Her polished manners evaporated.

Her teeth ground audibly, as if imagining tearing Evelyn and her family apart.

Preston Worthington Sr. arrived with his entourage.

Dressed in a crisp white shirt, the man commanded attention effortlessly.

Two undone buttons revealed his porcelain collarbones.

His subordinates had briefed him. He adjusted his tie subtly.

Those who knew him recognized this as a warning sign.

The club manager rushed forward. "Mr. Worthington, there's no need for you to intervene. I'll handle this."

Preston remained silent.

A lit menthol cigarette dangled between his fingers.

Smoke curled around his striking features, enhancing his dangerous allure.

Beautiful yet terrifying.

The manager stammered under Preston's intimidating presence.

"Martin," Preston interrupted sharply. "How long have you worked at Blue Honors?"

Martin Blackwell lowered his head. "Six... six months."

Preston's sudden laughter sent chills through the room.

"Six months and you can't handle a minor disturbance? Perhaps retirement would suit you better." His mocking tone made Martin's knees buckle.

"Mr. Blackwood is my honored guest. You know the consequences of negligence."

Preston exchanged nods with Dominic before acknowledging Evelyn politely.

Turning to Miranda, he exhaled smoke coolly. "Who let this rabid dog in? Remove her immediately."

Miranda initially marveled at his beauty.

His cruel words doused her like ice water.

'How dare he call me a dog!'

Blinded by rage, she missed the crowd's fearful reactions.

She laughed hysterically. "Manners? You're the animal here! I'm a paying customer - I demand a full refund!"

The crowd gasped.

'Is she suicidal?'

In A City, Preston inspired more fear than the devil himself.

Crossing him meant not seeing tomorrow's sunrise.

Maxwell nearly fainted. His foolish cousin always brought trouble.

He vowed never to accompany her again.

A silver dagger flashed.

Miranda's right-side hair fell in clumps.

The blade left her scalp perfectly smooth - cleaner than any razor.

'Impressive technique,' Evelyn noted.

Lanie and Isabella watched Preston with starry eyes.

'Uncle Preston's amazing!'

Miranda stared dumbfounded at her hair on the floor.

Touching her bare scalp, she shrieked.

Her ugly sobbing filled the air. "My hair! What have you done?!"

Maxwell dragged his hysterical cousin away, her birthday entourage scrambling after them.

Preston addressed his staff coldly. "Blacklist her. I won't tolerate repeats."

"Yes, Mr. Worthington!" The staff trembled.

"My apologies for the disturbance, Evelyn. Everything's complimentary tonight. Enjoy your evening." Preston's demeanor softened remarkably.

Evelyn smiled politely. "Thank you for your help."

Dominic shot impatient glances around. He disliked social interruptions.

After brief pleasantries, he ushered Evelyn and the twins into their private dining room.

Evelyn sighed, watching Dominic's retreating back. Just a simple dinner had turned into such drama...