Chapter 243

Why did this feel like a scene straight out of a soap opera? Felicia stood behind Arnold, who was now caught in the middle of what could only be described as a standoff. The two men stared each other down, one icy and composed, the other visibly seething. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Despite the gravity of the situation, Felicia found her thoughts wandering to the cliché plot of two men fighting over the same woman. It was absurdly amusing. Clearing her throat, she decided she wanted no part in this drama. "Gentlemen, enjoy your conversation. I'll be going now." Without hesitation, she turned and began to walk away, looking unbothered and unapologetic. Arnold, however, stayed firmly rooted, his protective stance unwavering. Facing the man before him, he gritted his teeth and demanded, "Who are you?" The figure before him was undeniably commanding, a paragon of authority and refinement. Though he spoke indifferently, his display was oppressive, like