"Is the function not continuing?" Carla's words and her appearance made Elara relax instantly.
After the phone call, she really thought Beatrice had arrived to cause her more problems.
"The guards outside said something happened. But if you allow me, I can—" Carla stopped speaking when her gaze finally fell to the things happening in Elara's background.
Bodies were being dragged away from the scene, while cleaners rushed to mop the floor as quickly as possible, the red pigment on the ground a clear indication of what it was.
Her breath got caught up in her throat.
"Something indeed happened. We won't continue the celebration. However, I understand your need for this gig. I'll pay you half the amount now if you agree to sing at another event that we'll hold within a month," Elara said.
Carla looked at the scene, then at Elara and pursed her lips.
She couldn't believe how calmly Elara was taking this bloodshed.
