Threat To Gretta

Club Red Rose, City M.

"Well, look who's beautifying here."

Gretta glanced through the mirror to see who was standing behind her.

She smiled scornfully with lazy eyeballs, still continuing her ornate activities by drawing eyeliner with a tail. So, her blue eyes became sharper and once again a mocking voice was heard.

"It's deaf, it's just that some customers want to be like this. Is it because you feel great, have a bodyguard to protect you and a bitch friend by your side?"

Tsk, what does this woman want, Gretta thought as she put her finished make-up kit into a small bag.

She was just about to go back to continue with the rest of the makeup, but a hand grabbed her bag first and slammed it onto the floor with the contents scattered.

Grip!

Brukh!

Prak!

Gretta, of course, immediately faced the culprit, glaring at the woman who had been looking for trouble because of the customer she had stolen.

"What does this mean?" Gretta hissed annoyed. "Don't bother me if you don't want something to happen," she continued threateningly.

A sinister smile crossed the woman's lips—Kristal, who squeaked when she heard those words.

"What? What are you going to do anyway?" asked Krystal defiantly.

"Anything, as long as you don't bother me anymore. Keep that in mind," Gretta replied firmly, then turned her body and crouched down, trying to pick up the scattered make-up.

Krystal's chest rumbled in annoyance, She glanced at her two friends and nodded with an implied command which was answered by an understanding nod from both of them.

So that, while Gretta was busy loading her equipment, she was forced to stop when her arms were grabbed and forced to stand.

Grip!

"Hey! Get off!"

Gretta's scream was completely unheard of by the two women who obeyed Krystal's orders. Instead, the two of them without hearing a scream immediately brought Gretta to stand in front of the queen.

"Let me go!"

Gretta struggled to escape from the grip of the two though in vain.

Yes, the grip of the two was really tight, not to mention the nails that seemed to be clawing at the skin of their arms.

Grip!

The relentless crystal immediately grabbed Gretta's chin, causing the woman to stop struggling and stare intently at the queen.

"I'm going to hurt your pretty face, so no one wants you anymore, new coming," Krystal hissed with an evil smile.

The hand adorned with beautiful nail polish began to rise, flying immediately to Gretta's face with no playful strength.

Plaque!

While Gretta was being bullied by the queen and her entourage, at the bar counter alone sat Geana who looked around with a worried expression.

It had been a long time since Gretta had told her to wait, but until now the owner of the golden hair had not seen the bridge of her nose at all.

She was worried not only because many people had questioned her sister, but because she was afraid that something might happen to the young woman who was carrying the burden of her life.

Her hands clasped nervously and decided to meet Gretta in the toilet.

Why not earlier, tsk, cursed Geana annoyed in her heart.

With that, he walked away from the club room and hurried back there.

On the way, she also runs into Wirlin who asks where Gretta (Nanda) is, making her even more worried.

"Where's Nanda? She already has VIP guests waiting."

"I'm looking for it too, Auntie," replied Geana, not knowing that the boss who heard the call of curse was almost angry.

Yes, if you don't remember being angry, your facial skin will wrinkle quickly.

"Tsk, where was she last?" asked Wirlin trying to ignore Geana's careless behavior.

"She said toilets, get ready in the -ha! I have to get there quickly."

Geana panicked again when she remembered that she wanted to go to the toilet, hoping that her sister was still there and nothing was wrong.

She immediately left the boss, walking fast with her boss who was following her.

"Wait An!"

Geana had to stop and wait for her boss, then together they walked quickly to the toilet.

Before actually reaching the toilet, Wirlin took the time to contact her subordinates, to meet her at the toilet because to be honest she had a bad feeling.

And now, the two of them arrived together with a man who Geana knew well.

"Why? Who are you looking for?" asked the bodyguard to the two women who met her near the toilet area. "Where's Nanda?" he continued when he did not find the existence of the golden hair.

"This is still being sought," said Wirlin quickly.

She led the way to the toilet from which there was a strange sound, like a fight and the three people panicked even more.

Geana glared when she recognized this familiar voice, as did the bodyguard who was worried and ran faster then banged on the door.

Drak! Drak! Drak!

"Open the door!" shouted the bodyguard frantically.

"Chiko! Inside is definitely Nanda!" said Geana panicked and the bodyguard who heard it banged louder on the door.

"Open!"

Wirlin panicked back there, she was afraid that the Club's valuable assets would be injured.

It wasn't anything, the club had become famous in just a few nights since she worked at her place and served a lot of rich customers.

If anything goes wrong, she will also lose.

"Chiko! Break the door, break it down, don't let Nanda do anything," Wirlin ordered panicked.

Chiko, who heard the order, immediately nodded and started preparing to break the door with her kick.

One.... Two.... Three....

Chiko counted in her heart, then at the count of three he immediately threw his feet as hard as he could to one point.

Brakh!

Before the break-in

Inside, Gretta who managed to dodge the slap didn't just escape the next slap.

Yes, the sound of the first slap didn't hit, but it was the person holding it that got hit.

As a result, the woman who was the victim looked at Kristal angrily and an argument broke out, although not for long, because Gretta, who was slapped again, had to feel pain in her left cheek.

That had happened a few minutes ago, whereas by now they were already fighting, with the Krystals that were under Gretta's control.

Who would have thought, if Gretta could provide resistance. That's why, even when she was framed he needed an anesthetic to make her helpless.

The two women who were helping Kristal had already fallen in the corner of the toilet, leaving the queen who had her hand twisted again.

Brugh!

"You're just an annoying little bitch, you shouldn't have come here to keep them picking on me!"

It was Krystal's scream that was heard outside and Gretta only chuckled.

"Bitch screaming bitch? How funny, did you feel it before I took your crown?" said Gretta provokingly.

"Damn it! Shut your mouth, bitch-

Brakh!

Krystal's words had to be swallowed back, while Gretta herself immediately stared at the door that had been forced open from the outside.

Gretta's crooked smile spread, then she whispered in the silent queen's ear.

"We'll see what happens after that. You can still act as queen, I'm really going to snatch that title from your hands."

Thump!

Brakh! Brakh!

"Nanda!"