As the heavy man maliciously lunged forward, Evelyn's fingers swept across the adjacent side table, locking around a heavy glass ashtray. She raised the weapon, fully prepared to crack it directly across the man's skull.
But Russ's reflexes were fueled by adrenaline. He instantly snatched the glass object out of her grip, tossing it onto the thick carpet where it landed without a single sound.
"Donner Russ, I swear to you, if you dare to place a single finger on my body today, you will not survive the aftermath! I am Michael Thorn's woman!"
The exact second the name "Michael Thorn" cut through the air, Donner Russ froze in his tracks. That man was a legendary, god-like entity within the global corporate grid. But a moment later, a twisted sneer returned to his face. "You expect me to believe that lie? Mr. Thorn explicitly released a statement to the high-society circles declaring you are nothing more than a standard friend! Heh, heh..."
