As Fengye Wuyin's hand slightly raised, seemingly reaching for the sheet music, it abruptly reversed direction like lightning halfway through the air.
No one anticipated this shocking change; it was so sudden, like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, catching everyone off guard, leaving no time to react.
Even if there was a chance to react, it was too far. Yiyi and the others were on the stage, and the guests were at least several meters away from them. However, the distance between the Councilman's wife and the sharp glass clamped between Fengye Wuyin's fingers was only a terrifying few inches, unavoidable!
The guests below were instantly stunned, their faces turning ashen, and screams erupted.
Who could have thought that at such a high-security level banquet, surrounded by top bodyguards, someone would dare to openly attempt to assassinate the Councilman's wife in public.
