Threat

Everyone knew he would propose, but what they were more curious about was how luxurious would it be.

Anthony could feel countless piercing glares, as Angel was even more beautiful than he could imagine. And the woman he spoke about sat on the other side of the table.

"Would you like a dance?" He flashed a charming smile as she had not refused to chat or sit with him, so why not take it further?

"Excuse me," she said coldly, stood up, and elegantly walked to the upper floor.

Shortly after, a white-haired woman stood in a big room away from the bustling hall staring at her grandfather, her grandfather's siblings, and her father.

"I don't want to marry him," she said. "What?!!"

The violent reaction from her uncles wasn't a surprise.