Rosalie felt strangely reassured when she saw that he did step in to stop Mason in the end. As a result, she calmed down considerably.

She remembered the cold and distant look he had before, as well as the anger blatant in his face now.

All Rosalie felt was a deep sense of irony.

Perhaps he thought that he could dictate what happened to her at any given time.

She was nothing more than a toy to him.

She pursed her lips self-deprecatingly at the thought. Ignoring the chaos before her, she turned to leave.

However, a hand grabbed her wrist forcefully as soon as she turned around.

She did not need to look back to know who it was.

Rosalie turned around to look at her captive wrist and said coolly, "If you've had your fun, President Lawrence, please let go of me."

Everyone's expressions shifted at that.

They had heard of Byron before, but they had only seen his face occasionally on the TV.

No wonder they thought he looked familiar when he first showed up earlier.

Still, they