The buffet table was in chaos.
Porcelain shards were scattered everywhere, and all sorts of delicate food littered the ground.
The maniac lay on the ground, unconscious, with a shockingly bright red bloodstain at the corner of her mouth.
Her white dress was stained with blood on the lapel, with specks of blood splattered across the chest.
The other socialites stepped back a few paces, terrified by the sight before them.
"Young Master, the maniac passed out," Charlie River reminded him.
Before he could finish speaking, Thomas Shannon had already darted forward.
He scooped the fallen maniac into his embrace, carefully avoiding the cut on her arm from the porcelain, and strode off with her.
Charlie River left a few men in black to investigate and immediately followed with the others.
After getting into the car while holding the unconscious Sophie Sullivan, Thomas Shannon's eyes hardened. "To the hospital!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
