Zaiden Santos didn't know where his anger came from, he took a quick step forward and forcefully flipped the tablecloth!
He grabbed Ann Nolan's wrist tightly and dragged her out.
"Who are you, what are you doing..." Ann Nolan, too drunk to move, desperately clung to the sofa as she tried to retreat backward.
Her cheeks were flush with drunkenness, and she saw double when she looked at people.
"Ann Nolan, take a good look at who I am!" Zaiden Santos grabbed her neck.
"Who are you, I don't know you, I don't know you. I haven't finished listening to my story... I'm going to call for help! Help! There's, there's, there's a hooligan..." Her voice trailed off, filled with grievance.
Zaiden Santos had never seen Ann Nolan drunk like this before and was so angry he almost cursed out loud.
He suppressed his rage, his eyes burning with fury.
"Take a good look!" Zaiden Santos said coldly, and opened a bottle of mineral water to pour it over Ann Nolan's face.
