Her tone was nonchalant.

Asher, panic-stricken, was drenched in sweat.

He turned to his companions, who were rooted to the spot, and barked,

“Help me, now!"

The two men exchanged a glance. As they watched Rosalynn approach them step by step, fear overcame them and they turned to flee.

However, they had only taken a few steps when a man blocked their path.

“Why are you running?" Barlow's question seemed casual, but his voice carried a chilling edge.

The pair gulped nervously.

"The wedding is about to start. We need to find our seats."

They had spotted him coming with Rosalynn.

They knew they were in trouble.

Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads. Barlow, breaking into a sudden grin, swung his fists, landing a punch on each of them.

They cried out and collapsed to the ground, unable to fight back.

Rosalynn approached Barlow.

“Why are you here?"

“I'm your partner. It's my job to look out for you! Are you touched?"

Barlow closed the distance between them, flashing a wicked smile.

Rosalynn recoiled in distaste and moved to the two men sprawled on the ground.

They looked up at her, panic-stricken.

“Rosalynn, we were just following orders. It was Asher who put us up to this!"

"Yes. Asher claimed you got us and fired suggested we get revenge. He was the instigator!"

Hearing this, Rosalynn cast a frosty gaze at Asher.