Rosalynn stood alone with her thoughts, recalling the events of the previous night at the club.

Brian might have been a jerk, but Barlow was no saint.

He had used her as a pawn to incite Brian's jealousy.

She couldn't stand the idea of being used by anyone.

“Rosalynn, why are you so indifferent to your savior?" Barlow approached with a grin, invading her personal space.

“Please stay away from me," Rosalynn retorted coldly.

Still, Barlow paid it no heed. He continued to close in on her until he was mere inches away.

“I don't want to," he said with a smirk.

The second he finished talking, an eye-catching light flashed across his chest.

In one swift motion, Rosalynn brandished a silver needle, aimed it at Barlow's chest, and warned him not to come any closer.

If he were to move in any closer, the needle would pierce his heart.

“You want to stab me to death? Just do it," Barlow taunted, undeterred by the danger.

"I don't believe you really want me to die."

Rosalynn was speechless, unsure of how to respond to his audacity.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “Wow! Is that Brian?”

“Yes, it is him! Do you think he's here to see Eleanor?" another voice chimed in.

Brian was here?

Rosalynn instinctively turned her head to the commotion and saw Brian making his way to them with the director's company.

He was dressed in his usual black clothes, his face stern and unapproachable.

Was he actually here to see Eleanor?

Brian spoke briefly with the director, his eyes scanning the crowd until they Landed on Rosalynn and Barlow, standing together.

His handsome features were contorted with anger at the sight of them.