Her words had an immediate effect.
The other end of the line instantly descended into chaos.
First came a clatter of things falling.
This was followed by a woman's panicked shriek, clearly terrified by Natasha's words.
Finally, Maxim's desperate, groveling pleas came through.
"No, no, Lady Natasha, I didn't... I mean... please don't end our partnership."
"But you refused Lengwan's gesture of goodwill."
Natasha lifted her chin slightly, the graceful curve of her jaw radiating an unapproachable, cold arrogance.
Her eyes, deep and bottomless, were like a raging gale across the Tundra.
They glittered with a cold light, and a single glance was enough to plunge a person into an icy abyss.
Listening from his seat by the fire, Feng Mountain
finally, truly understood the meaning behind her title: the Queen.
He was used to Natasha's usual haughtiness and willfulness,
but now he found that with her aura on full display, she was almost too intimidating to look at directly.
