Chapter 2 - Julian’s Terrifying Fury Shakes The Grand Hotel Ballroom
The crystal chandeliers overhead seemed to tremble under the crushing weight of Julian’s thunderous roar in the hotel ballroom.
Every wealthy socialite and elite guest froze mid-conversation, turning their heads in sheer, unadulterated shock toward the center aisle.
Julian stood tall over the polished wood floors, his sharp navy blue suit and crimson red tie cutting a menacing silhouette.
His hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides, veins bulging along his forearms as pure, unadulterated American rage took over.
Eleanor staggered backward, her emerald green silk gown swishing violently as the color drained completely from her aristocratic face.
“Julian… darling, please, let us explain this misunderstanding in private,” Eleanor stammered, her pearl necklace trembling against her throat.
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“Explain what, Mother?!” Julian bellowed, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings with lethal, uncompromising authority.
“Explain why my seven-year-old daughter was digging through hotel trash cans for scraps while you live in absolute luxury?!”
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