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The chubby man, Mick, who had just been splashed with wine squinted his eyes. “If you dare lay a hand on Mr. Hill, you’re asking for trouble.”

Natasha tapped the jagged half of the shattered glass bottle in her hand. The sharp edges glinted menacingly, making everyone uneasy.

Mick instinctively stepped back, afraid Natasha might impulsively drive the broken glass straight into his skull.

Whatever happens later can wait. Debts get settled the same night. Let’s deal with this one first,” Natasha said coldly.

Right on cue, Sadie moved to block the other side. She lifted the corners of her lips. “Gentlemen, please.”

A tall, skinny guy in glasses, Gideon, his face flushed with humiliation, barked out, “They’re just two women. What the hell are you afraid of? Let’s take them down together.”

The men exchanged glances. ‘Yeah, we’re all men–strong, broad–shouldered. What’s there to be

fraid of? No way two little women could actually handle us, right?‘

Turned out, they really couldn’t handle them. Sometimes people should trust their instincts.

Five minutes later, the so–called tough guys were lying on the floor groaning in pain.

No one could’ve guessed these two women, who looked so delicate and frail, were actually trained ighters. No wonder they’d been so confident from the start.

Under the eyes of Natasha and Sadie, the battered group limped back to the booth, supporting one nother like wounded birds. They sat down in a row, quiet as quail, downing glass after glass of iquor.

Matthew had been up to no good from the beginning, and every drink on that table was the trongest liquor he had specially ordered.

Before long, the guys–already worn out from nights of drinking and women–were flushed,

anting, and slumping sideways.

Sadie still wasn’t satisfied. Smiling with her eyes, she waved to the bar owner who had finally

ppeared now that the fight was over. “Here! Double the drinks!”

She pointed at Matthew, who was still sprawled on the floor. “Put it on Mr. Hill’s tab,”

Boredly counting empty glasses, Natasha didn’t forget to add, “Mr. Hill is a generous man. Make sure you add tonight’s damages to the bill too.”

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“Got it. Coming right up.” The bar owner, who usually gave no one any special treatment when it came to troublemakers, answered with rare cheer.

Knowing exactly who had her back, he felt no guilt at all ignoring the frail VIP lying on the ground.

still ordering drinks, the group of spoiled heirs looked miserable. “Ladies, we’re begging you,

drinking with injuries?‘ the men

smile turned cold. ‘Given how practiced these men are at forcing drinks down others, how can I let them walk away without at

up. Drink,”

her own cocktail, strolling over to where Matthew lay on

and Gideon. “You

the couch.”

the two hurried to obey–until

at Matthew. “Sit on his lap and feed him a

in horror, Natasha turned to the chubby one. “You–wrap your arms around his waist

in terror. He begged, “Lady, please, just

Mr. Hill. How could I dare?‘

do it? Or do I break your arm or leg right

eyes. He knew she meant

calm and ruthless,

was pure shock value. Sadie gagged more than

other guys, who had envied them for getting away from the drinks, now felt nothing

death than die

her disapproval whenever they slacked off, nitpicking

to Gideon, “unbutton his

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“Pull his collar lower. Bury your head into his neck a little–yeah, keep your big face out

Looks intimate.

Both men were nearly in

the rest of the group–who thought they’d escaped–were also forced into “artistic” group shots, every one of them

men, already dizzy and disoriented, would have preferred to pass out on

and staff watched the whole thing silently, staying out of it

scrolled through the shots and gave a thumbs–up. “Girl, you’re

she wasn’t here,

modestly.

when all of them were passed out and Matthew’s “injured” act had nearly expired

bar owner was unusually attentive. He even sent staff along to the hospital to help contact families, assuring Natasha

sat back down and casually sent the photos to someone on WhatsApp

[When was

Natasha: [Tonight. Staged.]

as it’s the

[Thanks. I’ll handle the rest.

was an old, uptight,

been taken, once they leaked, Matthew’s chance at becoming the next family head would