"Ah!" Isabella screamed in agony.
The first floor of the luxury hotel fell completely silent, and all the guests who hadn't originally planned to watch the drama rushed over to gather around.
The broken stem of the champagne glass was pinned brutally right into Isabella's small hand, and blood instantly overflowed across the table. Isabella's eyes squeezed shut from the intense pain; her entire face turned stark white as cold sweat began to seep from her forehead.
The pain was so excruciating that she didn't dare move a muscle. Only then did Evelyn finally let go of her grip, but she wasn't done yet.
Turning her gaze toward a nearby waiter, she charmingly flicked her index finger. The waiter walked over immediately as a conditioned reflex.
