Falling for the Goddess

Sara and Sam Has Deep Connection

Hearing Sara's name, Adrian Blake paused, his expression momentarily stunned. He stood up and made his way toward the commotion, with Noah Ashford and Eric Thorne following closely behind.

Adrian Blake peered down into the brightly lit hall below. There, Sara Hart stood quietly, bathed in the golden glow of the chandelier. With her hair half up and a moon-colored gown highlighting her delicate frame, she exuded a refined, scholarly air that made her stand out sharply among the crowd.

There was a fleeting flash of admiration in Adrian's dark eyes.

Around her, people had formed a circle. Across from Sara Hart stood Lisa Moore, looking arrogant and hostile, with a few of her friends nearby for support. Sara stood alone with her back straight, a quiet resilience in her posture that struck Adrian Blake deeply.

Her face remained calm, but her voice had turned icy. "Lisa, that's enough. I'm not interested in arguing with you here."

But Lisa Moore, far from backing down, raised her voice, "Oh? Feeling guilty, are you? Afraid I'll expose your fake, hypocritical side and ruin your chances with the other men here?"

Lucas Graves, watching Adrian's face, didn't dare speak. The tension was palpable.

Sara's tone remained steady and unwavering. "I've told you many times before - I didn't do any of the things you claim. If you insist on causing a scene here, it won't just be my reputation on the line."

Sara Hart's calm composure contrasted sharply with Lisa Moore's agitation, making the onlookers uncertain about who was in the right.

But, embarrassed by the crowd's murmurs, Lisa Moore was driven to a rage. Her eyes burned as she spat venomously, "Everyone in high school knew who you were - a country girl with no money, status, or love from her parents. How else could you get by but with that pretty face of yours? I heard your grandmother raised you. I guess she never taught you proper manners!"

Sara's expression instantly turned cold. Without a word, she picked up a nearby glass of wine and splashed it over Lisa Moore.

"Ahhh!" Lisa Moore shrieked, shock and fury written across her face. "You dare splash me?!"

Upstairs, the three men were equally stunned.

"This... is that really the same gentle little sister-in-law I know?" Lucas Graves stuttered, eyes wide.

"Turns out the little rabbit has claws after all," Noah Ashford commented, patting Adrian Blake's shoulder meaningfully.

Eric Thorne raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, his gaze keenly focused on the scene below.

Adrian Blake looked down at Sara Hart, whose demeanor now resembled that of a bristling porcupine - unyielding and defiant.

"If you can't speak properly, then keep your mouth shut," Sara Hart said sharply.

She could tolerate any insult directed at her, but when it came to her grandmother, she would not back down.

The wine dripped down Lisa Moore's face, soaking her hair and the front of her dress, leaving her in a pitiful state. Laughter erupted around them, making her seethe with rage. Glaring at Sara Hart, she raised her hand to slap her—

"Shouldn't we help her?" Lucas Graves asked, concerned for Sara Hart's safety.

Adrian Blake had barely started moving when someone intervened. Catching Lisa Moore's wrist mid-air, Sam Lewis stepped in.

"Miss, it's not appropriate to cause harm at a Lewis family event, is it?" Sam Lewis's voice was calm, yet firm.

He pulled Sara Hart behind him protectively, his other hand still holding Lisa Moore's wrist.

Faced with Sam Lewis, Lisa Moore's bravado crumbled, and she quickly tried to justify herself. "She was the one who attacked me first!"

Sam Lewis released her hand, his tone unhurried but unyielding. "I know Sara. If she poured wine on you, it must've been because you provoked her and said something unacceptable."

His words left no doubt about whose side he was on.

The onlookers quickly picked up on this, their eyes darting back and forth between Sam Lewis and Sara Hart.

In truth, Sam Lewis had witnessed the entire argument from the doorway, but his grandfather had stopped him from stepping in immediately. It wasn't appropriate for the host to intervene in a minor dispute among women, as it could escalate matters further. However, Sam Lewis could no longer hold back when Sara Hart reached for the wine, and Lisa Moore moved to strike her.

Embarrassed, Lisa Moore's face turned red, then pale. The woman beside her in a lavender mermaid gown spoke up, attempting to smooth things over.

"Sam, is this lady one of your guests? She seems unfamiliar," she said.

"Yes, she is," Sam Lewis affirmed, his voice steady.

The woman, Amy Carter, pressed on gently, "Miss Moore's words may have been out of line, but it was this lady who initiated the physical altercation. It would be a shame to let this spoil the atmosphere of the banquet."

Sam Lewis gave Amy Carter a brief glance. "Thank you for your concern, Miss Carter. But Sara Hart is my guest, and I can't let her be mistreated here."

Amy Carter's face stiffened, her gaze lowering to conceal the flash of jealousy in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Lucas Graves's astonishment grew upstairs. "Did I hear that right? Sara was invited here by that guy? What's their relationship?"

Noah Ashford shrugged. "Good question. You should probably ask Adrian."

Adrian Blake's eyes were locked on the scene below, his expression darkening as he watched Sam Lewis holding Sara Hart's hand protectively.

The air was thick with tension.

Sam Lewis's mother stepped forward with a gentle smile at that moment. She called for the servants to help Lisa Moore change into dry clothes, offering a graceful exit.

The crowd, understanding the dynamics at play, played along, easing the tension.

Nevertheless, whispers filled the room. The women who had secretly admired Sam Lewis and the young men intrigued by Sara Hart were all curious about her.

Sam Lewis led Sara Hart aside, his tone apologetic. "I'm sorry for letting you go through that."

Sara Hart shook her head. "I should be the one apologizing for causing trouble at your family's event."

But Sam Lewis's smile was warm and reassuring. "My aunt specifically asked me to look out for you. If you were to get bullied here, I'd be in for it later."

Thinking of their strict teacher, Sara Hart couldn't help but laugh.

"Will this incident cause you any trouble?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Sam Lewis chuckled lightly. "You underestimate me. This isn't a big deal, and that woman isn't influential enough to cause real issues."

"Good," Sara Hart said, relieved. She then handed him the gift she'd prepared, her tone sincere.

"I hope you can conquer all challenges, heal those in need, and achieve the success you strive for."

Her words momentarily took aback Sam Lewis, then broke into a smile.

"You even brought a gift? Your heartfelt blessing is worth more than any present," he said, deeply moved.

Upstairs, Lucas Graves was still watching with disbelief. "What?! Sara brought him a gift? She never gave me one..."

"What could they be talking about so happily?"

Lucas Graves was too focused on the interaction to notice Adrian Blake's face growing colder and colder.