Fiona Schmidt's cheeks were flushed with anger, her grip on his hair fierce.
She was ready for a big fight today, desperately tugging at his hair.
"Get off me, S-h-i-t! %￥#..." Bastian cursed under his breath, spewing every imaginable profanity, but the woman on his back only clung on tighter, causing his scalp to hurt fiercely. He started to shake himself from side to side, hoping to dislodge her.
"Miss..." Frederick watched the scene unfold, attempting to intervene each time but then retreating, as both parties had clearly lost their sanity and were moving violently, almost hitting the butler in the process.
In the hall, more and more servants gathered, murmuring among themselves about the "battle" between the man and the woman before them, unsure of what to do and looking on with worried and constrained expressions.
Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, Frederick hurried to the first-floor guest room to find Tara Summer.
