The woman suddenly yanked my hair hard, and I hit the floor with a thud. My startled gasp drew everyone's attention in the banquet hall.
She looked around thirty or so, wearing a hotel staff uniform, eyes full of hostility as she glared at me. "Don't think hiding out in City S means I won't find you! You’re the reason my husband’s dead! I won’t let you off easy!"
She grabbed a red wine bottle with the cap off and dumped it straight over my head.
My ankle twisted when I fell, sending a sharp jolt of pain up my leg, and the icy wine soaked my hair and face.
Getting humiliated like this out of nowhere, and no one was stepping in to help—I was furious. I shot a glare at the hotel staff watching the drama unfold like it was a show. "You enjoying the entertainment? This is your fiv
