CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT

The room buzzed with murmurs and curious glances as the guests turned to see what was happening.

"Oh my God! What’s going on?" one guest whispered to another.

"Oh my, did he just try to hit the young CEO?" Someone gasped.

Erling struggled against Conor's grip, his face red with rage. "How dare you touch me?" he shouted. He tried to hit Conor, but Conor easily pushed him to the floor.

"Is that Voss? Why is he shouting?" another guest asked, craning their neck to get a better view.

Voss scrambled to his feet, still fuming. "You’ll regret this! Nobody disrespects Erling Voss!" he screamed. His boys, who had been watching from the sidelines, rushed over to defend him.

Franklin's security agents quickly surrounded him too, their eyes locked on Voss and his five boys. The air was thick with anticipation, and you could feel the adrenaline pumping through everyone's veins.

Voss took a step forward, his fists clenched and ready for a fight. His boys followed, trying to look tough. But Franklin
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