Let me go

Hazel, still swaying slightly from the effects of the wine, raised her head to meet the gaze of the man who had abruptly yanked her away.

To her tipsy senses, he appeared like a good-looking figure, and she greeted him with a casual.

"Hey."

The person who had forcefully intervened was none other than Francisco. He held Hazel in his arms, his eyes momentarily locking onto hers before shifting to Rafael, who stood a short distance away.

"Mr. Francisco, you shouldn’t have pulled her in this way. She could be hurt."

Rafael admonished, his tone carrying a hint of anger as he clenched his fists in disapproval.

Francisco's anger, palpable and etched on his face, flared in response.

"How dare you touch my PA?"

He spat, the words filled with a possessiveness that revealed more than a professional attachment.

"She is your PA, not your girlfriend. So, dare not say it."

Rafael retorted defiantly, drawing a line between professional boundaries.

As the tension escalated on the dance floor, Hazel,