His furious voice was as cold as if laced with ice.
It was enough to make one's blood run cold.
Her wrist felt moments from being crushed, and the pain instantly drained the color from Holly Sinclair's face.
She was speechless.
"Tristan Sterling, what are you doing?"
After a brief moment of shock, Wendy Wyatt leaped to her feet and roared.
Without a word, Tristan Sterling grabbed Holly Sinclair and started to drag her away.
His movements were rough and violent.
Holly was dragged so hard her knee hit the corner of the table, and the pain nearly brought tears to her eyes.
"Tristan Sterling, let go! You're hurting Holly!"
Wendy was frantic, lunging forward and yanking hard at the man's hand.
But he swatted her away with one arm.
Wendy staggered backward, nearly falling over.
"Wendy!" Holly was worried sick. Furious, she started kicking the man who held her fast. "Tristan Sterling, have you lost your mind— Ah..."
Tristan Sterling dragged her toward the restaurant's exit.
