The chubby man, Mick, who had just been sshed with wine squinted his eyes. “If you darey a hand on Mr. Hill, you’re asking for trouble.”
Natasha tapped the jagged half of the shattered ss bottle in her hand. The sharp edges glinted menacingly, making everyone uneasy.
Mick instinctively stepped back, afraid Natasha might impulsively drive the broken ss straight into his skull.
Whatever happenster can wait. Debts get settled the same night. Let’s deal with this one first,” Natasha said coldly.
Right on cue, Sadie moved to block the other side. She lifted the corners of her lips. “Gentlemen, please.”
A tall, skinny guy in sses, Gideon, his face flushed with humiliation, barked out, “They’re just two women. What the hell are you afraid of? Let’s take them down together.”
The men exchanged nces. ‘Yeah, we’re all men–strong, broad–shouldered. What’s there to be
fraid of? No way two little women could actually handle us, right?‘
Turned out, they really couldn’t handle them. Sometimes people should trust their instincts.
Five minutester, the so–called tough guys were lying on the floor groaning in pain.
No one could’ve guessed these two women, who looked so delicate and frail, were actually trained ighters. No wonder they’d been so confident from the start.
Under the eyes of Natasha and Sadie, the battered group limped back to the booth, supporting one nother like wounded birds. They sat down in a row, quiet as quail, downing ss after ss of iquor.
Matthew had been up <i>to </i>no good from the beginning, and every drink on that table was the trongest liquor he had specially ordered.
Before long, the guys–already worn out from nights of drinking and women–were flushed,
anting, and slumping sideways.
Sadie still wasn’t satisfied. Smiling with her eyes, she waved to the bar owner who had finally
ppeared now that the fight was over. “Here! Double the drinks!”
She pointed at Matthew, who was still sprawled on the floor. “Put it on Mr. Hill’s tab,”
Boredly counting empty sses, Natasha didn’t forget to add, “Mr. Hill is a generous man. Make sure you add tonight’s damages to the bill too.”
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“Got it. Coming right up.” The bar owner, who usually gave no one any special treatment when it came to troublemakers, answered with rare cheer.
Knowing exactly who had her back, he felt no guilt at all ignoring the frail VIP lying on the ground.
When they heard Sadie still ordering drinks, the group of spoiled heirs looked miserable. “Ladies, we’re begging you, we really can’t drink anymore.”
‘Who understood the pain of drinking with injuries?‘ the men thought.
Sadie’s smile turned cold. ‘Given how practiced these men are at forcing drinks down others, how can I let them walk away without at least a stomach bleed?‘
“Shut up. Drink,” Sadie snapped
Natasha sipped leisurely at her own cocktail, strolling over to where Matthewy on the dirty floor.
After a quick calction, she pointed to Mick and Gideon. “You two–pick him up and put him on
the couch.”
Relieved to escape the liquor, the two hurried to obey–until they heard what came next.
“You.” Natasha pointed at Gideon, then at Matthew. “Sit on hisp and feed him a drink.”
Before Gideon’s face could fully twist in horror, Natasha turned to the chubby one. “You–wrap your arms around his waist from behind and kiss his neck.”
Mick’s eyes went wide in terror. He begged, “Lady, please, just kill me instead.”
‘That’s Mr. Hill. How could I dare?‘ Mick thought.
Sadie cracked her knuckles. “You gonna do it? Or do I break your arm or leg right now?”
Mick froze, fear in his eyes. He knew she meant it.
One nce at Natasha, who looked just as calm and ruthless, and the two reluctantly got into position.
The sight was pure shock value. Sadie gagged more than once,
The other guys, who had envied them for getting away from the drinks, now felt nothing but relief.
Better to drink themselves to death than die of public humiliation.
Natasha, acting as director, silently signaled her disapproval whenever they cked off, nitpicking their expressions and movements.
“You,” Natasha said to Gideon, “unbutton his shirt.”
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Natasha said to Mick, “Pull his cor lower. Bury your head into his neck a little–yeah, keep your big face out of view.”
Natasha: “Perfect. Looks intimate. Nailed it.”
Natasha snapped photos. Both men were nearly in tears.
Soon the rest of the group–who thought they’d escaped–were also forced into “artistic” group shots, every one of them worthy of front–page gossip.
The men, already dizzy and disoriented, would have preferred to pass out on the spot.
Meanwhile, the bar owner and staff watched the whole thing silently, staying out of it like invisible bystanders.
Sadie scrolled through the shots and gave a thumbs–up. “Girl, you’re amazing.”
Theposition, the vibe–if she wasn’t here, Sadie would think Matthew really was gay.
Natasha smiled modestly. “Thank you.”
Only when all of them were passed out and Matthew’s “injured” act had nearly expired did Natasha calmly call for an ambnce.
For some reason, the bar owner was unusually attentive. He even sent staff along to the hospital to help contact families, assuring Natasha she didn’t need to worry.
Feelingpletely at ease, Natasha sat back down and casually sent the photos to someone on WhatsApp named “Mona.”
The reply came quickly. [When was this? Is this real?]
Natasha: [Tonight. Staged.]
Mona: [It’s fine as long as it’s the right person. Matthew’s done for.]
Mona: [Thanks. I’ll handle the rest. Let’s grab dinner sometime.]
The Hill family was an old, uptight, image–obsessed household.
No matter how the photos had been taken, once they leaked, Matthew’s chance at bing the next family head would be gone.
Zayden had always been reluctant to let Ramona take the position simply because she was a woman, and he’d often looked for ways to push his two grandsons forward.
But for Ramona to survive in such a family, she clearly had skills of her own.
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The enemy of one’s enemy was a friend, and while Matthew was charging ahead for Olivia, Natasha had long since made a deal with Ramona
Matthew’s repeated “heroics for love” might have seemed like temporary victories, but in reality they cemented <b>his </b>reputation within the family as an impulsive, hotheaded man who lost control
over a woman.
This time, Ramona intended to bury him for good. Matthew had two choices
First, he admitted it was just a prank–making him a man with a messy, scandalous private life and countless weaknesses.
Second, he admitted he tried to defend a woman, only to be humiliated and turned into a publicughingstock.
Either way, Matthew would be unfit for leadership Hayden would have to give up on him.
On the other end of the line. Ramona hummed happily to herself. After all, she had just saved the family from a major scandal–asking for a bigger slice of the pir wasn’t too much to expect.
Natasha figured Matthew would go with the first exnation. After all, a man could be morally rotten, but not stupid
In a family like the Hills, stupidity was the real dealbreaker
And if he tried to report Natasha Matthew would have to drag Olivia into it, and Matthew would never risk his goddess facing the fallout
Therefore, this loss, he’d just have to swallow. As for whether the rest of the family believed it–that was Ramona’s problem.
With Olivia’s most loyal attack dog andpdog taken out ofmission, Natasha was in a good
mood.
She put away her phone and pulled the happily drunk Sadie along, “Let’s go home.”
Upstairs, Dn had been gleefully live–streaming the whole thing to someone, constantly pestering the
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