The bruised bodyguards slunk away, nursing their injuries.

Straightening his clothes, Barlow approached Rosalynn, concern etched on his face.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

“I'm fine." Rosalynn smoothed out her clothing.

Barlow's gaze landed on the red mark staining her left cheek. Gently cradling her face, he asked, "Did that creep hurt you?"

The elevator doors slid open, and Brian emerged, flanked by a group of associates.

He spotted Barlow tenderly holding Rosalynn's face, their lips dangerously close.

A storm brewed in Brian's eyes

He stormed over, yanking Rosalynn away before landing a fierce blow on Barlow's jaw.

Caught off guard, Barlow stumbled backward.

Brian clutched his face, disbelief on his face.

Rosalynn was equally stunned.

She steadied Barlow and turned to Brian.

“Why did you hit him?"

Brian's frosty demeanor betrayed his simmering rage.

As Rosalynn continued to question him, his expression darkened further.

“You claim not to Like him, so what was that just now?" he demanded.

Rosalynn faltered, her mind replaying the scene. Realization dawned on her; Brian misunderstood the situation.

Instinctively, she tried to explain.

"We.

Rosalynn's explanation faltered as Karina burst onto the scene.

“Rosalynn, what happened?"