Down the luxury hall, Julian—a smug, wealthy heir dressed in a tailored black suit—strode casually toward the ballroom, completely unbothered by the commotion. In a tracking shot, he paused beneath a glittering chandelier to calmly adjust his cuff links, a mocking smirk playing on his lips as guests parted to let him through. Please, don't let him near me, Clara whimpered, her voice cracking with pure terror as memories of the violent assault rushed back. But Julian only let out a soft, arrogant chuckle as he stepped onto the ballroom floor. She should have stayed in her place, Julian stated casually, crossing his arms as if his actions were entirely justified under his family's high social standing.