Third Person's POV
"Yes," Stewart responded.
As Vanya was about to leave, Cliff grabbed her arm from behind.
Vanya recoiled as if touched by something vile.
She glanced at him coldly and ordered, "Before we go, tear down this funeral. It's bringing bad luck."
Stewart barred Cliff's way, saying coldly, "Alpha Cliff, mind your manners."
Cliff narrowed his eyes. "And who do you think you are? How dare you stop me?"
Elliot immediately rushed in with a group, blocking Vanya's way out.
Vanya frowned—this was typical of Cliff. In Los Angeles, he was used to having his way, and no one dared cross him.
"Vanya, stay. Don't push me," Cliff said threateningly.
Vanya turned around and sneered, "What if I don't?"
At that very moment, the sound of a large group approaching echoed outside the c
