Natasha calmly took a sip of her drink.“Your face isn’t worth that much anyway.”


    “Pfft.” Sadieughed out loud.


    That line hit with double meaning. First, Matthew was clearly on Olivia’s side.


    To him, even if Natasha and Sadie had done nothing wrong, they were guilty by association–and his obnoxious mouth didn’t help his case either.


    Second, power in the Hill family now rested with his cousin Ramona. Matthew, once awless brat who thought the world revolved around him as one of the only legitimate heirs, had been crushed under Ramona’s rise in the past two years.


    Out in public, Matthew really didn’t have much face left.


    Matthew’s face turned dark. ‘These two have tongues like des.’


    But thinking of his real purpose, Matthew held it in and waved over a server. “Drinks,” he ordered.


    Soon, a spread of colorful cocktails was ced on the table.


    Natasha turned them down without hesitation. “Not sharing a table.”


    Matthew cursed under his breath. ‘Damn it. Do I look like I need to share a damn table to get


    drinks?‘


    “Natasha, you were behind that whole thing with the hired trolls a while back, weren’t you? Drink all this tonight and I’ll let it go,” Matthew said.


    “Let it go?” Natasha shot back. “Who cares what you do?”


    Even before this, Matthew had never once gone easy on her.


    Every time she shed with Olivia, Matthew was the first toe charging in like a rabid dog. Natasha had gotten used to it by now.


    Matthew pushed on. “Alright, let’s make a bet. If youst longer than me, I’ll leave you alone for three months and even buy you a car. But if I win, you need to apologize to Olivia for an hour.”


    “Not betting, Natasha replied tly.


    Matthew; “Fine, just ten minutes of public apology”


    Natasha: “Not ying.”


    Matthew snapped, “What, scared of losing?”


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    Natasha shot him azy nce. “Please. That kind of reverse psychology doesn’t even work on grade schoolers.”


    ‘Goddamn, how can this woman be so damn annoying?‘ Matthew thought. Just like Olivia said. A nightmare.


    Frustrated beyond reason, Matthew got to his feet and started pacing in circles.


    Finally, he stopped, eyes narrowing. “Whether you drink or not, you’re drinking tonight.”


    Matthew wasn’t letting her walk out of here without aplete humiliation.


    The tension was electric, though hidden beneath the bar’s thumping music. No one else seemed to notice.


    “Hey, Mr. Hill. What are you doing out here? Come on, let’s hit the VIP room.” A few rich kids strolled over after recognizing him.


    They came from nouveau riche families. Even though Ramona had crushed Matthew’s reputation within the family, outside he was still a young master of the Hill family–and always had people eager to kiss up.


    Matthew smiled at the guys. He said, “Trying to get these two beauties to have a drink, but they’re a little icy tonight. Whoever gets them to drink first gets ten grand. Anyway you want, no rules.”


    Matthew threw a challenging nce at Natasha. ‘Don’t want the easy way? Let’s see how you like the hard one. The guys tonight aren’t half as polite as me.’


    These guys‘ eyes lit up. They didn’t have Matthew’s kind of cash–thirty thousand dors for one drink was a lot.


    They nced at the dozens of cocktails on the table and swallowed hard. Then all eyes locked onto Natasha and Sadie<i>. </i>


    Truth be told, even after hanging around bars for years, they hadn’t seen beauties like this.


    No wonder Matthew was interested. A young man’s temptation–no exnation needed.


    One guy with narrow eyes stepped forward. “Youdies are being rude. Mr. Hill offering you a drink–it’s called respect. Come on, let me help you out.”


    He reached for Sadie’s shoulder, trying to pin her in ce with brute strength. But before he could even touch her, a hard leather clutch mmed into his face.


    Sadie cursed, “Back off! Blind mutt–who the hell do you think you are, touching me?”


    At the same time, Natasha flung a full ss of liquor at another guy who’d been eyeing her up sleazy intent. His face twisted as alcohol and tears stung his eyes.


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    Humiliated and soaked, the two guys looked ready to fight back–but the icy fire in the women’s stares froze them in ce.


    One wrong move, and they knew the retaliation wouldn’t stop at just drinks.


    The failed opening move made the rest hesitate. They thought, ‘Anyone bold enough to defy Matthew and still strike back that hard… Maybe they aren’t ordinary girls after all.


    Sadie sneered coldly. “Matthew, using dirty tricks on women like that? No wonder the Hill family doesn’t take you seriously.” <fnff00> This update is avable on ?ovelFind</fnff00>


    Matthew’s face darkened. “Seventy thousand dors.”


    The guys still hesitated. One of them, clearly more cautious, asked carefully, “Mr. Hill, you know these two personally?”


    Matthew noticed their concern and let out a cold chuckle. “What’s there to be scared of? One’s a fake heiress whose dad doesn’t even love her. The other got kicked out of her house years ago. Even if you slept with them tonight, nobody would care.”


    Matthew slowly looked the women up and down. “The only thing valuable about them is their looks. Who knows what they’re like in private? And that one in red-”


    Seeing more and more eyes turning their way, Matthew doubled down. “Bet none of you know she’s actually mentally unstable—”


    Before he could finish, a beer bottle came crashing down on his head, cutting off his attempt to drag Sadie out of the booth.


    Blood and beer mixed and ran down his face. Through the sticky warmth, Matthew saw Natasha’s smile–bright, charming, and dangerous.


    “Well, since you know I’m mentally unstable, then you should also know that legally, I can kill you and walk away free<i>.</i>” Natasha chirped.


    Natasha was smiling like sunshine, beautiful and innocent–yet something about it sent a chill straight to the bone.


    Screams broke out. “Someone’s gonna die.” The words echoed in drunken waves as chaos swept the


    bar.


    Upstairs, themotion finally caught the attention of the bar owner, who furrowed his brow and started heading down–only to be blocked by a man casually filming with his phone.


    “Wait, don’t ruin it,” Dn said gleefully, eyes locked on the chaos. “We’re just getting to the good part.”


    Dn added a warning, “Tell your staff to stay out of it.”


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    Dn nced at his screen, delighted by what he’d captured. He’d been about to step in, but clearly, Natasha didn’t need saving.


    ‘Alexei didn’t marry roses–he married fire. Impressive.‘ Dn clicked his tongue.


    Since no one on his side had taken a hit, Dn was more than happy to just enjoy the show.


    The bar owner, now frozen and watching the crowd scatter, looked like he’d swallowed a bitter lemon.


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    On the floor below, the tables had turned. Natasha had taken out the ringleader first–one hit with the bottle and Matthew was down.


    The rest, especially the two who’d already gotten a taste of retaliation, weren’t eager to follow.


    No one wanted to <i>go </i>up against the woman who’d just smashed a bottle over Matthew’s head.


    Matthewy on the ground, his condition unclear. And with the looming threat of retaliation from the Hill family, the guys were already regretting getting involved.


    They thought this would be easy. Turns out they were messing with someone way tougher than expected.


    At that moment, a few were already trying to sneak away.


    But Natasha stepped in their path, her eyes yful and lips curled in a smirk. “What’s wrong? Weren’t we having drinks? Where do you think you’re going?”


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