Yvan charged over and yanked me by the collar, his eyes burning with anger as he yelled, "Spill it! Who are you? How do you know Alina? Did something happen to her? Spill it now!"
His menacing stance scared me so much that I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I couldn't get a word out.
Things were getting tense when suddenly, a cold voice came behind me. "Let her go."
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Ethan. He had shown up behind me at some point, glaring at Yvan with a cold, lethal stare.
Yvan looked shaken by Ethan's presence. He loosened his grip with a nervous laugh and stammered, "M-Mr. Grayson, let me explain. I didn't mean to offend her."
Ethan snorted. "Save your breath. I heard everything. All she did was ask you a few questions, and you lost it. That's not how you're supposed to act. And this is a charity gala. Get it together."
Yvan's face drained of color, and he dared not say a word. He left in embarrassment.
Still shaken, I stared at Ethan, too stunned to think about thanking him.
He turned to me, his sharp eyes scanning my face. His voice was icy. "Are you alright?"
It took me a second to snap out of it, and I nodded quickly. "T-Thank you. I'd be in real trouble if you hadn't stepped in."
I wasn't sure why, but I always got nervous around him.
"It's nothing," Ethan said flatly. "Aren't you a reporter? Act professional. Don't just barge in with questions. You've got to know when to hold back and not piss people off."
I went still, then realized he was just trying to remind me. Embarrassed, I quickly nodded and agreed.
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