Ryan Lawrence's words sent shockwaves through the crowd.
"Mr. Lawrence and Ms. Sullivan actually knew each other before?"
"No wonder Ms. Sullivan won the Italian perfumery championship. She had Mr. Lawrence backing her."
"Mr. Lawrence never shows interest in women. This is the first time he's publicly defended someone."
Liam Winston's pupils constricted. He never expected Ryan to stand up for Sophia Sullivan.
Their three-year marriage now seemed like a joke. He hadn't even known about his ex-wife's social circle.
Chloe Evans seized the opportunity to stir trouble.
"Liam, Sophia has such great connections. Even after divorce, she has friends like Mr. Lawrence."
She feigned melancholy, lowering her lashes.
"Unlike me, who only focused on being a good wife after marriage. I don't even have friends to talk to."
Every word insinuated Sophia's improper behavior.
Liam took the bait, especially when he saw Ryan whispering close to Sophia's ear. Fury burned in his eyes.
The affectionate term "sister" felt like a slap across his face.
Three years of marital doubts erupted at this moment.
"Stop pretending to be virtuous! You must have lined up your next man while rushing for divorce—"
Before he could finish, his index finger was violently twisted backward.
Sophia had moved without warning, her pale fingers locking around his joint.
The sickening crack of bone made everyone wince.
"I warned you." She released her grip, leaving his finger bent at an unnatural angle. "Don't provoke me."
Liam collapsed to his knees, sweat soaking through his dress shirt.
"Sophia, you're insane!" He cradled his deformed finger, howling. "You broke my hand!"
Gasps rippled through the elite crowd lingering after the charity gala.
Chloe turned deathly pale.
She never imagined Sophia would strike in front of everyone.
"Liam!" She rushed to help but accidentally touched his injury.
Liam screamed, nearly passing out from pain.
"Security! Call an ambulance!" Chloe wailed to the crowd. "This is attempted murder!"
The security team looked to Julian Roscente for instruction.
The event host stood with crossed arms, clearly unwilling to intervene.
More chilling was Ryan's reaction.
The young man leaned close to Sophia, gently stroking her reddened knuckles.
"Does it hurt, sister?" When he turned to Liam, murderous intent swirled in his eyes. "Let me handle it next time."
His lips curved into a cruel smile.
"Dirty work shouldn't stain sister's hands."