Almost immediately, Maxwell completely erased Franklin's existence from his mind.
He gazed at Rita.
The young lady was still staring at him with that same calm and studious expression.
It made Maxwell nervous.
"What is it?"
"..."
Rita was quiet for a second.
And then she smiled.
"You don't expect me to believe that you coincidentally met the man you're in.. rivalry with while on a stroll through the balcony, right, Mr. Stalker?"
Maxwell blinked. But then, he took a step closer to her. And he chuckled.
'Right. I'm a stalker now.'
"No. I don't expect you to believe so, Lady Margarita."
He outstretched a hand toward the lady.
Rita studied his hand. Then gazed at his eyes for more than a second.
She smiled and took his hand, and Maxwell pulled her up.
As he did so, Maxwell felt the heat emanating from inside the Ballroom. And then he gazed in that direction.
The room was filled with hungry and angry animals who'd obviously witnessed his violent lashing of Franklin.
