Aemon's POV:
"F**c! This nasty guy, let me rip his mouth off." Rick said angrily in my head.
I was hiding in the corner of the auditorium. Looking at the man's abominable face, I was also so angry that I clenched my fists and could not wait to go up and beat him up.
At the same time, a wave of irritation rose up inside me, and maybe I should have punched myself. I had just realized that something was wrong with this man and could have stopped him before the wine was poured on Heather.
But I was worried that I was going too fast and that they would see who I was.
The host on stage was now calling out Heather's name, but Heather was too scared to answer because her dress was soiled. There were a lot of people looking at her, and they must have known she was the next contestant to look a
