Intercepted Midway

George immediately started fumbling with his phone, my hands clenched involuntarily, while Dora Mitchell maintained her smile.

All eyes were on George, waiting for him to reveal what he had found. I watched him intently, my mind in turmoil.

However, his expression grew increasingly grim, his face paling and his demeanor shifting from malicious glee to utter panic.

I couldn't help but glance at Joy, who stood there calm and composed, appearing confident as he watched George's growing desperation.

Vivian Harris, unable to contain her anger any longer, snatched a wine glass from someone nearby and hurled it at George. The red wine splashed, staining Dora Mitchell, who was closest to George. She screamed and finally released her tight grip on my arm.

"George, you're the lowest of the low!" Vivian Harris yelled at him, then strode over to my side. "Let's go!"

I gave George one last cold look as Colin hurried through the crowd towards us.