Natasha was shocked to the core.
"Did you just threaten me? Did you just call me a bloody bitch?" She was more than infuriated, as that would be an understatement. Her pupils were dilated and she was trembling as though she could burst at that moment.
"Yes, I did," Avelina validated. "What will you do about it?" she teased, her smile stretching all the way to her eyes.
Natasha's body shook uncontrollably, and she moved, about to react violently once again, but this time, Old Master Lenort grabbed her hand, stopping her.
"ENOUGH!" he shouted, completely fed up with their nonsense.
Then he looked at Draven. "What do you have to say? Your wife is guilty!"
Draven arched his brows.
"First of all, my wife is not guilty, and none of you have the right to accuse her. Your evidence is faulty."
