The scar-faced man flattered: “Young Master, you really know how to have fun. Should I pour you another drink?"
“Of course, fill it up.” Scarface grabbed the bottle and topped off Rafael’s glass.
“Eleanor, last time I asked you out, but you refused. Now, I’m asking if you’ll obediently drink with me. Will you comply? If not, your trash of a husband will suffer greatly. Think it over and answer me.”
"Young Master Silva, it's all my fault. Take it out on me, but don't make things hard for Eleanor!" Alexander’s eyes were bloodshot as he growled at Rafael in rage.
Rafael hurled the glass toward Alexander, the liquid spraying through the air and splashing across his face.
The glass missed its mark, shattering into pieces beside Alexander.
“Did I give you permission to speak? You worthless
