She sped to Royarid Club. Upon entering, she scanned the room and quickly spotted Keegan and the others seated on the right side of the bustling dance floor on the ground level.

Deanna and Doreen sat there, immersed in their drinks, with several empty glasses scattered messily across the table.

Keegan yearned to intervene, but two imposing men in black stood in his way, blocking his path.

Why were there men in black?

Frowning, Rosalynn was about to approach when Doreen stumbled towards

Keegan.

In the blink of an eye, Doreen threw herself into Keegan's arms, clinging to him like an octopus.

Keegan struggled to free himself, but she held on even tighter. Rosalynn sighed, rubbing her forehead, and hastened her pace.
Inside the booth, Deanna's face flushed from the effects of alcohol. Witnessing Doreen's behavior, she shouted, “Doreen, let him go!"

"Keegan is mine!" Doreen squeezed Keegan tightly, her smile taunting Deanna.

“That's not true! He doesn't have feelings for you. Release him!" Deanna stood up, attempting to forcefully pull Doreen away.

“Stop her," Doreen commanded the two bodyguards.

The men in black nodded and obstructed Deanna‘s path.

Filled with anger, Deanna pushed the bodyguards with all her might, but they remained unmoved.

Instead, she stumbled from intoxication.

Doreen turned around, a smug smile playing on her Lips as she stood on tiptoe, pouting for a kiss from Keegan.

But he quickly dodged, avoiding her advances.

Deanna's eyes widened in anger, her frustration growing.

Looking around, she noticed a bottle and, fueled by her drunken state, shouted at the bodyguards, “Get Lost!“

The tall, strong bodyguards remained unmoved, further fueling Deanna's rage.

She flung the bottle at one of them in a fit of fury, but he deftly evaded it, skillfully twisting her wrist in the process.

The bottle crashed to the floor, and Deanna let out a cry of pain.

“Ouch! It hurts! Let go of me! My hand is going to break!"