The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 803:

Meanwhile, Rosie was still standing at the base of the stairs, completely blocked. She watched as Dalton wrapped up the song and started heading back toward the main stage.

From his seat in the audience, Maxley noticed Rosie’s situation. Without a word, he motioned for his bodyguards to help her.noveldrama

The men moved quickly, shoving the security guards aside easily.

Rosie didn’t hesitate. She bolted up the stairs.

Dalton, halfway back to the main stage, spotted her. His steps faltered. His eyes darted to the now-toppled security guards and the unfamiliar men holding them down.

In a split second, he understood—Rosie was about to make a scene.

The dancers reacted fast. With years of training behind them, they instinctively repositioned to form a human barrier to block Rosie. Rosie thought she had finally succeeded.

But the moment she tried to move closer to Dalton, the wall of dancers closed in. Several male performers flanked her on all sides, their formation tight and unyielding.

Nearby security personnel, alerted by the disruption, rushed to the stage.

Fans in the crowd—especially those close to the runway—noticed the disruption almost immediately. It didn’t take long for them to realize someone was causing trouble, and once they did, anger spread like wildfire.

To them, Dalton wasn’t just a celebrity; he was everything. Their star, their fantasy, their dream man. No one had the right to ruin his big moment.

Within seconds, some rushed over to stop Rosie.

The situation quickly spiraled out of control as security guards and fans converged on the stage, trapping Rosie in the middle. The audience couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was clear that the fans were not pleased. They didn’t know who Rosie was, and frankly, they didn’t care. To them, she was just another reckless fan with no respect for Dalton.

“Get off the stage! Who do you think you are?” Their voices were loud, sharp, and unforgiving. Rosie’s eyes frantically scanned the stage, desperate for Dalton’s help. But he had already started his next song, his face calm, as if he didn’t know her at all.

“Dalton!” Rosie screamed, panic in her voice. But her cry was lost in the booming music and the roaring crowd.

Rosie’s plan hadn’t even fully unfolded when she was swiftly ushered off the stage. The bouquet she clutched slipped from her grasp and was crushed under the stampede of security and frenzied fans.

Below the stage, Maxley’s two bodyguards sprang into action, barreling through the crowd and neutralizing both the fans and security in mere moments.

Dalton, witnessing the chaos escalate, knew Rosie wouldn’t relent until she achieved her goal. As more security swarmed, encircling him for protection, he strode forward.

.

.

.