A sharp burning pain shot through Adrien's arm. He glanced down to see his sleeve partially corroded, exposing raw, burned skin beneath.
Claire panicked instantly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Adrien, are you okay? Does it hurt?"
She reached out to examine his injury, but Adrien grabbed her hand, pulling her protectively behind him. His voice was calm and resolute. "Don't worry, I'm fine."
He turned his piercing gaze to the crazed woman in front of them and ordered coldly, "Take her down."
Several black-suited bodyguards rushed forward, subduing the hysterical woman.
Under the streetlights, her face became clearer. Claire finally recognized her—it was Lilian, Marcus's wife.
Her hair was wild, and she looked deranged, shouting curses that echoed harshly in the night air.
"This is a
