Briena struggled under Natalie's hold, her eyes darting around, desperately seeking someone to save her. But there was no one around, as the VIP floor was relatively empty.
"Let… go…" Briena gasped, struggling to breathe.
Natalie released her and warned, "Insult my husband ever again, and I'll make sure that frail neck of yours snaps into pieces."
Briena fell to the floor, coughing violently as she tried to catch her breath.
Just then, Clara arrived, searching for her daughter.
"Briena, what happened?" Clara rushed over and helped her stand up.
"Mother, she… cough!... she strangled me for calling her husband a gigolo. She thinks he's so great that even I would want him. She's crazy."
Clara glared at Natalie. "How dare you? Why would my beautiful daughter want a gigolo when she has Ivan—"
