She had only come because she was a little worried, but seeing Timothy's setup, she knew something was definitely wrong.
Why was he trying so hard to stall her?
Considering Naomi's obsession with Harrison, she could guess what they were plotting.
Anastasia looked at the man before her, smiled, and took a step closer.
Timothy's smile grew even warmer. "So, Anastasia—Ugh!"
A sharp, stifled groan of pain cut him off.
Anastasia had struck without warning, burying her fist deep into his stomach.
Looking at Timothy doubled over in pain, Anastasia gave him a beautiful smile, her actions her answer.
"So, no."
No one had expected her to attack so suddenly. Everyone around them was stunned.
Timothy, completely unguarded around Anastasia, hadn't had a chance to dodge.
His bodyguards finally reacted, their faces paling as they rushed forward. One of them even tried to restrain Anastasia.
She stood her ground, perfectly calm.
Just as they were about to touch her, Timothy painfully straightened up and held up a hand, stopping them.
His face was white with pain, but it only made his lips seem redder, like a vampire from a movie.
Though there was a sheen of cold sweat on his forehead, his eyes held a hint of delighted surprise as he looked at her.
"...I never knew you had such a violent side," he said with a sigh.

Third floor lounge.


The man's eyes snapped open, sharp and frigid.
"Harrison..." Naomi's voice trembled, her face turning pale from the sharp pain in her wrist.
"Naomi, don't do something you'll regret," Harrison warned, his voice like ice.
Tears suddenly streamed down Naomi's face. "Harrison," she pleaded humbly, "I'm just asking you... to look at me."
With that, she stood up straight before him, her hands moving to the collar of her dress to undo it.

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