CHAPTER 36: I Know You're Afraid of Thunder

  A sharp scream pierced through the bar.

  The young man with the cocky attitude shoved Natalie aside with surprising force.

  "Who the hell are you? Trying to pick a fight?"

  Natalie staggered back but didn't immediately retaliate. Instead, she twirled the wine glass in her hand and fixed her stepmother, Phoebe, with a cold gaze.

  "Phoebe, what a coincidence."

  Phoebe's expression was priceless—a whirlwind of anger, disbelief, and sheer embarrassment.

  Worried Natalie might escalate things, I rushed to pull her away, but she stubbornly shrugged off my hand. She turned her attention to the young man, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

  "This boy toy's much younger than my dad, huh? If you like them young so much, why did you go after my father in the first place?"

  The young man, clearly aware of Phoebe's situation, retorted with a sneer, "So this is the little b*tch who keeps causing you trouble?"