They were in a completely different league from the hired muscle Shirley had brought.
Artina, now defenseless, was grabbed by a bodyguard who tried to force her to her knees. She twisted away, crying out, “Wait, wait! Mr. Nash, how much are you going to make them drink? That much alcohol can be dangerous!”
“And now you’re concerned about the dangers of forcing someone to drink?” Yosef asked, his voice dripping with irony.
Artina was at a loss for words. “It wasn’t my idea, it was just…”
“After they drink, take them to have their stomachs pumped,” Yosef interrupted, his gaze fixed on her. “If they still haven’t learned their lesson, make them drink again. And again. Until they do.”
Artina’s eyes widened in horror. In that moment of distraction, the bodyguard kicked the back of her knees, sending her crashing to the floor. The humiliation was absolute.
“Apologize,” the bodyguard commanded, shoving her head down without a hint of compassion.
Artina gritted her teeth. She would not apologize. Jethro hadn’t even arrived yet. She couldn’t give in now.
“Mr. Nash…” she began, trying to plead with him.
“Apologize,” he repeated, cutting her off.
His cold, unyielding demeanor was terrifying. For a moment, Artina was paralyzed by fear.
Just then, the greeter at the entrance announced in a loud, clear voice, “The matriarch of the Nash family has arrived!”
Artina’s eyes lit up. With a surge of renewed hope, she struggled to her feet. Without a command from Yosef, the bodyguard let her go. She rushed to intercept her friends, who were about to be dragged out of the hall.
“My future mother-in-law is here!” she whispered excitedly. “I refuse to believe she’ll side with an outsider like Henrietta over me!”
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