Chapter 487

Eve hadn't even laid eyes on Tracy before the security guards manhandled her like a ragdoll.

In the blink of an eye, a man in a crisp butler's uniform stood before her. Eve wrenched herself free from the guards' grasp, her voice shaking with rage and humiliation. "How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?"

She frantically brushed at her clothes, as if their touch had left a stain. "You must be the butler. I demand to see Mr. Nichols. He should know how his staff is treating his guests."

She was a rich lady, and no one had disrespected her like this before.

The butler looked down his nose at her, his voice dripping with disdain. "Mr. Nichols is not for anyone to see."

He signaled the guards with a flick of his wrist. "Miss Blair has expressed her displeasure with this outfit. Remove it."

"Yes, sir."

The guards advanced on Eve, their hands grabbing at her designer dress. She paled, her eyes wide with terror. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air as her haute couture gown was