Chapter 87; Fletcher Punches Shane 

Serena 

stormed over and saw Wen Yisan bowing profusely to Fletcher. 

I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I spilled wine on your shoes!“She knelt, grabbing a napkin to clean them.She didn’t notice the glass shards and cut her knee. 

“Ouch!” she cried, collapsing, staring at her bleeding knee in shock. 

Fletcher looked down impassively.Her actions were transparent.She looked up, tears welling, like 

trembling rabbit. From a certain angle, she resembled an eighteen–year–old Willow. 

you’re bleeding! Get up,” Serena said, grabbing Wen Yisan’s arm. 

Wen Yisan, seeing Serena, reacted violently, screaming, “Aaah! Let go! Don’t come near me!“She thrashed, yelling hysterically, “Don’t touch me! Don’t hit me! Ms. James, please don’t hit me! I didn’t seduce anyone!” 

Her cries attracted attention.The onlookers turned towards them.Serena froze.For a moment, she suspected Wen Yisan had orchestrated this to provoke her, perhaps seeking revenge for ૧ past beating, 

Serena squatted, adopting a nonchalant posture.She patted Wen Yisan’s face.“What’s wrong, sweetie?I’m different from those other guys; I won’t hurt you.” 

She grabbed Wen Yisan’s waist. Wen Yisan stiffened.Serena looked at the glass shards in her knee, imagining pushing them deeper. 

“Look at all this blood. Come, let me help you.“She lifted Wen Yisan. 

“Don’t touch me! Ms. James, please don’t hit me! I can leave myself!” Wen Yisan squirmed, tears streaming down her face. 

*Bitch! Serena thought. 

Someone asked, ‘Ms. James, why is she so scared of you? Did you hit her before?” 

Serena glared.“Of course not! I’m always a gentleman! She’s just scared of Fletcher! He’s always so cold and uncaring. I’m much kinder!” 

Willow descended the stairs, hearing the commotion.She saw the crowd gathered below. 

Shane’s voice cut through,“I never asked, but how was your relationship with Willow Caldwell before her death?” 

The mention of that name jolted Willow.“Willow and Serena were close; I wasn’t close to Willow.“She’d been warned by Willow at their family reunion.It was probably Serena who’d ‘influenced Willow’s prejudice against her. 

“Willow and I grew closer before her death,” Willow said wistfully.She’d woken up one day to the news of Willow’s death. The culprit was punished, but the Caldwell family never recovered its joy. 

“Why are you asking about Willow?” she asked, surprised. 

Shane looked down at the ballroom.“She’s Willow’s friend.” 

Willow followed his gaze. Was he referring to the injured waiter? 

As Willow turned back, Shane’s face was inches from hers.Her pupils dilated; she only saw his intense gaze. 

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“Keep this a secret,” he said playfully. 

Menu 

Lucian saw Willow mostly hidden behind Shane.From Fletcher’s perspective, they looked like they were kissing. 

Fletcher ignored the crying waiter, rushing towards the stairs. He found himself behind Willow before he realized he was running. 

Willow didn’t notice him.Suddenly, a hand clamped down on her shoulder, pulling her back.Shane caught her before she fell, pulling her into his embrace. 

Fletcher saw the other man’s hand on her waist.He snapped.He lunged at Shane.Shane dodged, 

cheek.Then Shane smirked, punch grazing his 

a blatant provocation. 

“You fell for it,” a voice whispered in Fletcher’s mind. 

Everything spiraled out of control. 

*Thud!” Shane crashed into a pillar, a muffled groan escaping him. He coughed, blood welling up in his mouth.