Chapter 45
"Drogen, it's alright. I've dealt with them," Natasha said, her voice trembling but firm.
"Is that so?" Drogen asked, his eyes narrowing as they fixed on the two women still struggling in the pool. His grip on Natasha's hand remained steady, his presence commanding.
He stepped forward, bringing Natasha with him, until he was standing at the edge of the pool. The soaked women looked up, their fear evident as they met his cold, piercing gaze.They wondered how someone could look so handsome and scary at the same time.
"Did you pour wine on her?" he asked, his tone calm but chillingly sharp.
The two women, now struggling to scramble out of the pool, froze in place. One of them stammered, "I… it was a mistake…"
Drogen tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. "A mistake?" he echoed, his voice laced with a deadly undertone. "Do you know what happens to people who make 'mistakes' like that?"
