So easily push him away?

"Female Master..."

His voice trembled, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Nobody expected that Selene suddenly turned sideways, sweeping with her leg.

She agilely flipped out of his embrace.

The entire hall was silent.

Heath Langdon couldn’t even see how she moved.

That feeling of weightlessness tightened his heart, as if he was completely emptied.

Selene moved her neck, producing a slight cracking sound.

"Host!!"

The system exploded in her mind, its voice sharp enough to almost pierce her eardrums.

"Are you crazy?! What if you hurt the child?! That’s your bound male, the spiritual link is unbroken. If there’s a backlash from your fall, shaking the fetus, the system database isn’t responsible for such accidents!"

When she needs him, he’s mute; but remind him and he bubbles up immediately.

Selene really wanted to pull out his battery and shut him up for good.

This system usually stayed silent.

Never useful in critical times, but always jumping out to criticize when things go wrong, extremely annoying.

Heath Langdon instinctively reached out to grab her, his fingertips just touching her sleeve.

Before he could tighten his grip, Evan Sinclair stepped in suddenly, blocking between them.

He smirked, his eyes challenging, sweeping across Selene’s face before speaking slowly.

"Heath, you see, the Female Master clearly doesn’t want to be with you now."

Flames rose from the depths of his eyes, burning his pupils red.

He was never one to get angry easily.

Before and after the wedding, those who pursued and entangled her, he endured quietly, even humbly.

He thought enduring would earn him a bit of her attention.

Even if it was just a glance.

But now, he was mad with jealousy.

The air tightened.

Everyone instantly sensed the sudden rise in oppressive tension.

All the males held their breath at the same time, muscles tensing, instinctively stepping back half a step.

Size? Strength? These meant nothing in front of Heath Langdon.

His spiritual power crackled in the air like a high-voltage current.

Just standing there was enough to make one’s heart pound nervously.

The next second, his leg swung like a knife, sweeping sideways!

That kick was as fast as lightning, carrying a tearing whistle, aiming straight for Evan Sinclair’s neck.

Evan broke out in a cold sweat, which trickled down his temples.

He bent backward sharply, curving his back into a bow, narrowly dodging.

The leg grazed his chin, bringing with it a fierce wind that stung his cheeks painfully.

Staggering two steps back, he wiped his mouth with his hand, sighing in relief upon finding no injuries.

But his eyes widened, voice trembling.

"You fucking... are crazy?! Fighting in front of the Female Master? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

Internal fights among males were one thing, but how dare they take action in front of the Female Master?

If the Female Master thought I was inappropriate, how could I hope for her favor?

He still wanted to present himself as mature and steady to gain Selene’s favor.

But now everything was in chaos!

Heath Langdon had endured for so many years, he was at his limit.

Being ignored, belittled, treated as invisible, he bore it all.

But that scene just now.

She broke free without hesitation, unwilling to even glance at him.

Now, the final thread snapped.

Without a word, he swung his fist directly at Evan Sinclair.

Evan dodged awkwardly, the fist wind grazing past his ear with a sting, while still sneaking glances at Selene’s face.

But she stood there, hands folded in front of her, relaxed, watching like it was a show.

She didn’t even lift an eyelid.

The fire in his heart blazed up instantly.

That fury seemed to surge from deep within his chest.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and his fingertips trembled.

It was not just a momentary impulse, but long-repressed emotions.

The two of them exchanged blows, kicking up dust all around.

The sound of fists whistling through the air, a tangy smell filled the air from the churned-up soil.

Evan was strong and burly.

But even he was gradually finding it hard to fend off the frenzied Heath Langdon.

Heath’s moves were so fast they were almost a blur, each strike aimed to wound, showing no mercy.

And although Evan was tall and powerful, he was hesitant to fully strike back, wary of the other’s status and this venue.

His defenses were getting weaker, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Ethan Sinclair nearby was stomping in anxiety.

"Bro! Heath! Stop fighting! Really, stop!"

He paced in circles, clenching and unclenching his hands, his face flushed.

He wanted to rush in to break them up, yet feared getting caught in the crossfire.

He wanted to call for help, but found everyone around was also frozen in place.

His voice choked with emotion, eyes full of urgency and helplessness.

Alza cradled the child, retreating a few steps and muttering quietly.

Males, wouldn’t it be better if they were gentler?

Brawling and fighting, how does that make sense?

He protected the little one in his arms, afraid of stray dust or limbs reaching the child.

Gently patting the child’s back, he soothed in a low voice, while his gaze frequently darted to the two tangled figures.

"You could just talk it out, but no, you have to use fists... I really don’t get you males."

Selene leaned languidly against the stair railing, arms crossed, her fingers drumming lightly on her arm.

Her eyes were so calm they bordered on indifference, a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

Sunlight slanted down from behind her.

She truly had no intention of intervening.

The butler sighed helplessly and quickly dialed Caleb Shaw’s number.

"Master, Heath Langdon and Osborne are fighting."

His hand holding the communicator trembled slightly, his tone tinged with panic and urgency.

He knew Caleb despised unnecessary conflicts.

But with the situation spiraling out of control, he dared not decide on his own, urgently reporting in hopes the master would quickly settle the matter.

The voice on the other end paused for a few seconds: "Who?"

Caleb was staring at a pile of documents, completely dubious.

He sat in a large office chair, frowning slightly, fingers stopping at the edge of a paper.

Images of Heath Langdon flashed through his mind.

Calm, restrained, even excessively humble.

He couldn’t associate such a person with "fight."

He subconsciously thought he heard wrong, or the butler mixed up the names.

Just as Heath Langdon completely lost control, Selene moved.

But in that instant, the air seemed to freeze momentarily, even the swirling dust slowed down.

With a gentle lift of her hand, a gentle yet overwhelming spiritual power spread out.

It wasn’t aggressive but carried an undeniable authority. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The feeling was indescribable.

The surging anger gradually calmed, the oppressive pain in the chest dissipated.

Everyone present, even the barely breathing Heath Vance at the door, felt that agitation recede inch by inch.

Heath Vance, originally curled on the ground, face pale, cold sweat pouring.

But the moment that spiritual power washed over him, he widened his eyes, breath held.

Heath Langdon’s fist froze right in front of Evan’s nose.

That punch should have landed, enough to make blood flow.

But just as it was about to touch skin, his arm felt like it was locked by some invisible force, unable to move.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the dust.

His chest heaved wildly, eyes slowly regaining clarity.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his fist suspended in mid-air, fingers trembling slightly.

"...I’m sorry, I lost control."