"Anyone who covets her will die a miserable death."
Nash's bodyguard wanted to step forward but was immediately stopped by Evan.
Nash's face turned red instantly, but he seemed not to care and just gave a faint smile. "Why so serious, Xavier?"
"Nash, my fiancée is not someone you can casually joke about." Xavier's voice was as cold as ice.
Under the table, Xavier pulled out a gun from his waist and forcefully pressed the cold muzzle against Nash's side, his eyes ferocious.
Yasmine's hand gently patted down Xavier's spine, trying to soothe him.
At this moment, Nash finally stopped smiling. The pain and the oppressive feeling of suffocation made his brows tighten.
The bodyguards on both sides all rested their hands on the handle of their guns at their waists, holding their breath and
