Ezra instinctively jumped on his feet, his rage as wrathful as a thunderstorm. His fists were clenched and his fiery gaze lethal as he glowered at Ramsey ready to pummel him to the ground.
Ramsey shuddered in horror, shrinking ten times deeper into his shell. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. His brain seemed to have been wiped clean by Lola's bodyguard's spine-chilling glares.
"Ezra, please sit," Lola said pleadingly, gesturing at his seat.
"Okay, Miss Lola," Ezra replied without peeling his haunted gaze off Ramsey.
"Ramsey!" Nana Agatha glared at her son in disapproval. "Can you please sit down? You are creating tension."
Ramsey's horrid gaze shifted from Lola to her bodyguard as he tried to remember what made him stand up in the first place. He slowly took his seat shifting his gaze back to his mother, as he recalled her infuriating suggestion.
