Catherine turned slowly toward the security guards and let out a soft, disdainful scoff.
The men immediately lowered their heads, shame written all over their faces. They had stood there. They had watched. And they had done nothing.
Her gaze shifted to Sebastian. "Can you handle the rest?" she asked coolly. "Or should I call someone?"
If they were too spineless to deal with a few half-conscious men, she could simply call Alexander. Cleaning up messes like this was child's play for him.
"He'll handle them," Maximilian answered before Sebastian could speak.
Catherine glanced at him briefly, then gave a nonchalant shrug.
Sebastian straightened. "Yes. I'll take care of it."
The guards hurried to drag the groaning men out, grateful for the chance to redeem themselves.
Silence fell.
And then Catherine's eyes landed on Bernice.
"And you… dear Bernice," she drawled, a dangerous smirk curving her lips. "Care to explain what you're doing here?"
