"Daniel, this is Jerovania. You've offended my sister, and you're going to pay for it. You're finished. Apologize and beg right now—and send Natasha to my bed. Maybe then..." Fletcher's voice dripped with arrogance, his twisted face full of malice and conceit. He spoke as if he could already see Daniel groveling at his feet, begging for mercy.
Bang! Before he could finish, Daniel grabbed an ashtray and hurled it through the air. It flew in a sharp arc, striking Fletcher squarely on the forehead. The impact was brutal, and blood immediately gushed from the wound, streaming down his face in thick rivulets.
Fletcher let out a guttural scream, clutching his head with both hands as he stumbled backward. His eyes were wide with fear and disbelief. "How... How dare..." he stammered, his voice t
