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Stella was caught in the warm, firm grasp of two hands as she fell. Everyone fell silent as her face remained horribly pale, yet the light came back into her eyes. She focused on the sinewy, straight legs and followed them up to the rescuer's face above. An air of animosity emanated from a man with deep eyes, pointed eyebrows, and pursed lips.

Even though he was seated in a wheelchair, he exuded an overpowering, natural style that was powerful enough to overpower everyone in his vicinity. The audience was so amazed by him that they had to take a step back and stare in shock at his sudden appearance. Who was this guy?

Stella sat there, pale and enthralled, gazing up at Clarence Conrad, who was holding her up. "Y-you're still here?"

Though it turned out that he hadn't left her, she was certain that he had because of the way she looked in the clothes she tried on.

"Are you going to get up?" He murmured softly, his pitch-black eyes fixed on her.

Stella was brought back to the pres