51.

Vian was still standing on the stage, looking around with a frown, he was sure something was wrong at his party. This is not on the to-do list. "Jo," Vian called, wishing his assistant was within range of his deliberately lowered voice. The man didn't want to make his guests even more panicked.

"Yes, Mr. Vian," said Jo from Vian's right side.

"Find out what's going on? Fix it in 10 minutes," Vian ordered without any pigs. The man's eagle eyes still scanned the room, his inner alert reached 100%.

"Okay, sir," said Jo, going to security to ask for confirmation.

Vian let out a breath that was ragged with emotion, with his hands tightly clenched at his sides.

Damn it!

Who's the one messing up the show tonight?

How dare that person interferes with his life!

The man was furious because he had no idea who the enemy was this time,, and it was even worse because at the moment he couldn't do anything but wait for the next game.