When she turned around, she saw a strange man with a silver mask on his face. He extended his hand to her in a gentlemanly manner.
Victor did not expect that someone would be so bold as to challenge his authority in front of him.
Victor grabbed onto her wrist. He was so strong that she felt like her bones were about to break. "Tris is my wife. She will not dance with you. Get lost!"
The masked man saw Tris frowning as if she was in pain from Victor's grip. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, suddenly burned with a fierce anger.
"Ah!" Victor did not know what happened but only felt his wrist was hit by something. The pain was unbearable.
Victor let go of Tris. Her fair and slender hand fell into the masked man's hand.
The man repeated calmly, "Milady, may I have this dance?"
Although she was quite strong, she did not see what had happened. She did not even see anyone attack Victor.