Chapter 980

The medical team rushed over with an emergency kit, which Rosalind immediately took charge of.

"I'll handle this."

Her fingers worked deftly as she opened the sterile package. She selected an antiseptic wipe and gently tended to Lucian's injury. The wound wasn't serious - just a superficial laceration that barely broke the skin.

The elite socialites formed a tight circle around them.

"Mr. Graves, you certainly know how to make a dramatic gesture for your woman."

"Ms. Fairchild, it seems Mr. Graves would move mountains for you."

Rosalind's gaze flickered to Lucian's chiseled features. Did those piercing eyes still hold affection for her?

Genevieve and Isabella burned with barely concealed envy.

Isabella couldn't contain her bitterness. "Ms. Fairchild, you must be reveling in this. Mr. Graves injured himself because of you!"

Genevieve added fuel to the fire. "Ever since Lucian met you, he's been nothing but unlucky. You're clearly a jinx!"

Rosalind parted her lips to respond, but Lucian's glacial stare silenced them both. His jaw tightened visibly. "Who gave you permission to speak?"

Genevieve's face flushed crimson as she reached for Lucian's sleeve. "I'm only concerned for your wellbeing."

Lucian withdrew his arm with deliberate calm. His expression remained inscrutable. "Rosalind carries my child. I won't tolerate disrespect toward her. Are we clear?"

His words struck Genevieve like a physical blow, leaving her speechless before the gathered crowd.

"And you!" Lucian's attention shifted to Isabella. "Remember your position. You're merely my assistant. You don't have the privilege to question me."

Isabella paled. "I-"

"If you can't perform your duties appropriately, consider your employment terminated."

Isabella's stomach dropped. This evening was meant to be her triumph, yet Rosalind had stolen her moment and humiliated her beyond measure.

She shot Rosalind a venomous glare.

After securing the final bandage, Lucian rose to his full height. His eyes found Rosalind's. "It's late. We're leaving."

Rosalind nodded. "Alright."

Lucian turned to Reginald. "Handle the cleanup."

The two intoxicated men Lucian had dispatched still lay motionless on the floor. He delivered a sharp kick to the nearest one. "I never want to see these fools again."

Reginald nodded. "Consider it done."

Lucian extended his hand toward Rosalind. "Let's go."

She placed her smaller hand in his, feeling his fingers close protectively around hers.

Genevieve, unwilling to concede, clutched Reginald's arm. "Tonight proves how dangerous Rosalind is for Lucian! He actually brawled over her! You must separate them!"

Reginald sighed. "If it were that simple, they'd be apart already. They've fought before, yet he always returns. What more can we do?"

Genevieve stamped her foot in frustration.

Isabella stared daggers at Rosalind's retreating figure, her teeth grinding with barely contained fury.