Chloe Blanchet's wine glass shattered on the floor.

Jenna Roland's outburst caught everyone off guard.

Stella Laurent shoved Jake Varley away violently. He stumbled and knocked over a coffee table.

"Jake!" Stella's voice trembled. "Have you lost your mind?"

Chloe immediately pulled out her phone and dialed their boss.

Jake scrambled to his feet, his eyes dark with malice as he glared at Jenna. "You bitch. This isn't over."

Jenna let out a cold laugh and yanked her collar down to reveal bruises. "Think you can just walk away?"

Stella swiftly locked the club's main entrance.

Jake's face paled. "What the hell are you doing?"

The air turned icy when Tristan Ashcroft stormed in with four bodyguards.

"I heard someone wants to trash my place?" Tristan's voice was laced with venom.

Jake's knees buckled. "Mr. Ashcroft, this is all a misunderstanding—"

"Go ahead." Tristan kicked over a nearby vase. "Trash it. I dare you."

Jake suddenly lunged at Stella. "Beg for me! Please!"

Stella recoiled in disgust. "In your dreams."

"Mr. Ashcroft!" Jake lowered his voice. "Stella's... very good at pleasing men. I'll give her to you—"

Stella's face drained of color.

Jenna grabbed a wine bottle and raised it. "You disgusting pig!"

"Beat him!" Tristan snarled. "Until he can't move."