"What the fuck are you blabbering about, Dan!?" Igor frowned. "There's no way a husband-to-be would fight his future wife before his wedding, right?"
Daniil pushed the hand of the younger brother who was holding him, then motioned for the guards not to interfere. "You've heard the saying that sometimes what's in our hearts can't be conveyed with just words, right? Sometimes we need to talk using our fists."
Igor was on his hips with his mouth wide open. "You are the greatest idiot in my life. Things like that can't be applied in every situation, Dan."
Renee tightened her fists as Daniil approached her.
"Don't bother us, or you will know the consequences!!!" The man conveyed his intentions again. "This is my business with my future wife." He then looked at Jacques and bowed slightly. "Sorry if I have to do this, sir. I promise not to hurt your precious daughter."
