Just as Sandra lunged forward, a blur of motion intercepted her.
Harley.
With a forceful shove, he sent Sandra stumbling backward. "Don't you ever lay a hand on Isabelle!" he bellowed, his voice thick with rage.
Sandra barely caught herself, her breath coming in frantic gasps, her fingers still clenched around the broken glass. But before she could make another move, security guards surged forward, grabbing her arms and twisting them behind her back.
"Let go of me!" she shrieked, thrashing wildly.
Sonia, who had been frozen in shock, was quickly restrained as well. Realizing what was happening, she broke out of her daze and began struggling. "She's the culprit! Isabelle set this all up! You're all being fooled!"
Their shouts and curses filled the room as the guards dragged them toward the exit. The grand doors swung open, and the disgraced women were hauled out into the night.
The ballroom remained deathly silent for a moment before the crowd erupted into hushed murmurs.
