"Security! Pin this woman down for me! I'm going to pay her back tenfold."

Several security guards rushed over from the entrance upon hearing her screams.

"Don't you dare!"

Quinn shielded her best friend, casting a cold, piercing glare. "Macy, how can you be so vicious? Caleb just didn't want to take off his mask, and you call him a monster?"

This was the very phrase Macy had once used to lecture her, but now it was thrown right back.

Macy retorted through gritted teeth, "I called him that. So what?"

"Macy!"

Miles's towering height brought an overwhelming sense of pressure, his ink-black eyes seeming to harbor a freezing frost.

He ordered darkly, "Apologize!"

Seeing her brother back her up, Macy looked down her nose at Quinn and Yara.

"Did you hear that? My brother told you to apologize to me. Otherwise, you're not walking out of those doors today!"

Miles's expression tightened. "I told you to apologize to Caleb!"

Macy looked up in disbelief. "What? Miles, what... are you saying?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Macy's eyes went wide, filled with sheer shock. "You want me to apologize to this mon... this baby?" This chapter was copied from novelceo(.)com without permission.

"Miles, who's the real York here? I'm your sister, how can you side with outsiders?"

Miles rubbed his temples, stating in frustration, "Both of you, apologize to each other! You apologize to Caleb, and Yara will apologize to you!"

How could Macy possibly agree?

Anger rushed straight to her head, turning her perfectly made-up face bright red.

Her cheeks puffed out angrily. "I... I won't apologize."

Jade was also surprised. What was wrong with Miles?

Earlier he made her apologize to a wild child, and now he was making Macy apologize to this masked monster?

Playing the peacemaker, she said softly, "Miles... you can't really blame Macy for this. This parent is just too unreasonable."

Yara glared at her. "Jade, who is the unreasonable one here?"

Three-year-old Caleb, his mask hiding his youthful features, stood beside Quinn.

He exuded a steady presence, completely devoid of the frailty typical of kids his age, his back perfectly straight.

"Mr. York, if this lady doesn't want to apologize, let's just forget it. Yara doesn't need to apologize to her either."

Miles felt that these adults were less sensible and reasonable than a child.

He grew even fonder of this three-year-old boy, speaking in a gentle tone. Get faster updates on novelce​o.com.

"Caleb, I will have someone check if your microphone malfunctioned. If it really was a glitch, I'll have the judges re-evaluate."

Hearing this, Luna felt the heaviness in her chest ease a bit. "Weird Uncle, are you really going to investigate the microphone? If you are, then I won't blame you anymore!"

"Little one, were you actually blaming me just now?"

The thought of having Jack organize a small banquet in a few days to officially make Luna his goddaughter filled his heart with warmth.

He instinctively reached out, wanting to pat her little pigtails.

To his surprise, Quinn pulled Luna away, as if terrified of him touching her.

His face instantly darkened as he shot her a glance. "Quinn, when are you going to fix that twisted personality of yours? Don't let your best friend pick up your bad habits, slapping people at the drop of a hat."

Luna pouted her small lips, her milky voice tinged with displeasure. "Weird Uncle, didn't you promise not to be mean to Quinn anymore?"

Miles touched his nose, looking a bit sheepish. "Luna... I... I was just reminding her. I wasn't being mean."

Leo wasn't happy with how affectionate Miles was being with Luna, reaching out to be held.

"Daddy, I want a hug."

"Leo, Daddy has to go to the company. I'll play with you another day."

Miles then turned and said gently, "Jade, take Leo home. The panel will postpone this award for a few days. Once the microphone issue is investigated, it won't be too late to hand out the trophy."