Down Comes The Curtain

The champagne glasses scattered all over the ground. The guests around cried out in fear. Meanwhile, windows from all directions of the castle were blown up, and the immense noise and movement echoed around. A mass of people poured in. The moment something went wrong, Frank sensed it and immediately turned to sprint toward Lucille. But he was too late. A tall figure silently emerged from the crowd, grabbing Lucille by the waist and quickly retreated. Frank grasped at thin air. He glared at the waiter who was holding Lucille, his eyes blood-red, murderous intent swirling as he said through his gritted teeth, "Who. Are. You?" The waiter faintly smiled, casually took off his waistcoat, and threw it on the ground. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-built forearms. Next, he slowly tore off the disguise mask on his face. Beneath the mask was a handsome face that could bewitch the world. A pair of magnetic eyes, half-smiling, half-serious, as deep and unknowable as an ancient well.