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    Evelyn, trembling uncontrobly, blinked away the blur of her tears. The moment her gaze settled on Bryan and yton, the fragile dam holding her emotions crumbled, and she couldn’t help but burst into tears.


    “Your Highness… this bastard… He tried to hurt me. I didn’t know what to do!”


    The man staggered to his feet, ring at Bryan. His anger blinded him to the danger he was in. “You little punk! How dare you? Do you even know who I am?”


    Bryan’s eyes turned cial, his jaw tightening as he stepped forward. He said nothing, delivering another swift kick that sent the man sprawling again.


    This time, he firmly pressed his boot against the man’s face, pinning him to the floor. “Who gave you the guts to talk to me like that?”


    The man sputtered, still attempting to hurl insults, but his cries were muffled under Bryan’s weight.


    The waiter, visibly shaken, couldn’t watch any longer. “Sir, you’d better stay quiet. Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with? This is a Lycan prince. You’re digging your own grave.”


    At those words, the fat man’s bluster evaporated instantly. He trembled, his defiance reced by sheer terror.


    Bryan scoffed in disgust. “Get this filth out of here,” he barked to his men. “I don’t want him tainting the air.”


    Several guards appeared, dragging the man away like dead weight.


    Not daring to protest, the man could onlyply.


    As soon as the door mmed shut, Evelyn crumpled into the corner, her delicate frame quivering as tears glistened on her cheeks.


    The light illuminated her tear-streaked face, and in that moment, she appeared both breathtakingly beautiful and achingly fragile. yton stepped forward, his frown softening. “Evelyn, tell us what happened. Take your time—we’re here for you.”


    Makenna’s POV:


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    I came here to meet some friends, but who could have known… who could have imagined I’d cross paths with this brute? He kept insisting on dragging me into dinner with…


    “I refused, but… he even threatened to hit me…” Evelyn’s voice trembled as she spoke, her sobs soft and pitiful. “If it weren’t for you two, Prince Bryan and Prince yton, stepping in when you did… I might have been in real danger today.”


    She paused, as though she had just realized I was present. Her eyes grew wide with surprise. “Makenna? You’re here too?” I forced a smile, though it felt stiff on my lips, and asked, “Where are your friends? I didn’t see them.”


    A shadow of sadness flickered in Evelyn’s eyes as she gave a small, resigned shrug. “My friends left me the moment everything started.”


    Her gaze shifted nervously toward Bryan and yton, and a slight blush colored her cheeks. “Am I interrupting something? I’m so sorry. I can leave if you’d prefer.”


    With that, she made a feeble attempt to stand.


    “Ouch!” She gasped, her face contorting with pain as she copsed back onto the floor, wincing from the sharp difort.


    Although I wasn’t fond of Evelyn, I couldn’t simply ignore her obvious distress. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voiceced with concern.


    “I think I twisted my ankle,” she answered, her voice shaky. “I can’t even stand up now.”


    Bryan, clearly impatient, sighed. “Forget it. You can’t walk like this. We’ll take you back.”


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