Felix Shaw made his way through the crowd and pulled Mia Foster out of the dance floor.
After leaving the dance floor, Mia seemed to regain some clarity. She swung her purse at Felix's back in a frenzy, "Scoundrel! Let go of me! I won't go with you! Husband, Felix, come save me..."
Mia's shouting attracted quite a crowd. In a place like a nightclub, such scenes were a daily occurrence, so the onlookers were merely interested in the commotion, but no one stepped in to intervene.
"Mia, stop making a fuss, it's me! It's Felix Shaw!" Surrounded by spectators as if watching a sideshow, Felix's face wasn't looking too good. He grabbed Mia's wrist and scolded her unhappily, and she really stopped thrashing around, squinting her eyes to take a closer look. After observing for a while, she shook her head in disbelief.
"You're not Felix. He wouldn't bother with me... He doesn't like me, his heart harbors another woman..."
