She sneered, though she noticed the meanness and possessiveness in Ben's eyes, and it made her shiver with worry.

I should have been more careful. How have I fallen into their trap? I've been managing so well, but this time… They have plotted all this. They must be determined to get me into trouble. What should I do now? What can I do? I can't just wait and do nothing. I have to fight. I have to. ​​

Her heart beat faster and faster, and she felt like her body was on fire. She wanted to be free. She knew she had been drugged.

Various ideas and thoughts popped up in Nathalia's head. She imagined all sorts of possibilities, and the more she thought, the more frantic she grew.

Desperately, she kicked at Ben's most vulnerable spot, quick and hard. Ben screamed in pain as he covered it with both hands.

Bitch. Cruel!

Nathalia freed herself, and she stumbled through the crowd. A few guys watched and exchanged malicious looks, then followed Nathalia. What a great opportunity! An almost naked girl right there for us for free. And she's Spencer Davidson's fiancée. That's something to talk about.

They were giggling, chatting while following Nathalia closely. They glanced at a quiet room on the left side, thinking it would be a perfect spot.

Then a sharp, bright light flashed in front of them and startled, and they backed off a few steps. Nathalia was swaying a knife about. The neon light shone on its pointed end and flashed on the pursuers' vicious-looking faces.

Their faces went pale, and no one dared come close. Who would take the risk of getting a nice cut? At the same time, they were surprised to see how the usually quiet Nathalia changed after just a drink.

Nathalia stumbled forward, swinging the knife around. She could feel her heart beating rapidly, her palms sweating, her breathing heavy. She was trying so hard not to show her nervousness and not to fall.

I have to keep moving. I have to leave here. I can't fall. If I do, then everything I've done so far will go into waste. I still need revenge. I'd rather die than fall into their trap.

Ben realized Nathalia was trying to escape, and he rushed forward to try to grab her wrist, "Nathalia, put the knife down." If she leaves now, then our plan's ruined.

Nathalia cried out, "Ahhhhhh" as she swung the knife madly. The sharp end of the knife sliced on Ben's face. Blood gushed out.

The crowd scattered about, frightened. She gathered all the strength she could manage, and she circled around herself, swaying the knife still. If anyone comes close, I will cut them. I don't care. If I have to die, they die with me. When you came to a state where you feared losing nothing, there was nothing to fear about.

The spectators remained in a safe distance from the swinging knife, shocked and scared.

Ben covered his bleeding cheek with his hand. Though he was still aware of their plan, he was now too frightened to make a move. He couldn't bear having another cut on his precious face.

Thanks to her experienced mother's influence, Evette knew very well how to flirt and please her pursuers.

She was the spotlight in the other crowd, surrounded by her admirers and sweet compliments.

Hearing the screams and commotions on the other side of the room, she turned around to see Nathalia standing in the center with a knife in her hand. What's happened?

Cleverly, she gently walked close to Nathalia and said caringly, "Nathalia, what's happened? Put the knife down, please. Please don't hurt yourself. Let me get you some iced water."

Their original plan was to get Nathalia into the room and assaulted her. The cameras were all set up in the room.

What's happened to the plan? A bunch of useless people. They can't even handle one girl. Evette thought, frustrated.

However, Evette would be the last one to take the risk of leaving a cut on her face or any part of her body. She asked one of her admirers to fetch a glass of cold water and winked at him as if to remind him of something.

Though the admirer didn't want to end up like Ben, he didn't want to disappoint Evette either.

Cautiously, he went close to Nathalia, holding the glass.

Coldwater? Huh. Is it really just cold water? Nathalia thought, a sneer on her face. Does she really think I will just fall into another trap of hers?

The crowd kept their distance, but those who were Evette's loyal pursers took the chance to please her. Though they dared not get close to the frantic weapon, they tried to sweet talk Nathalia and persuade her to put the knife down and accept the water. Somehow they had made it sound like Nathalia was to take the blame if she did not drink the liquid, whatever it was,or in the glass, and if anyone else got hurt again.

Evette stood aside, guarded by her pursers, a victorious smile on her face. Her supercilious look announced that she was the queen to be adored and obeyed. She did not even need to ask, and they would do what she wanted. She could control them, and she enjoyed doing so.

The guy with the glass persuaded Nathalia gently while getting closer to her, hoping to get the chance to pin her down.

Nathalia seemed to be oblivious of the approaching threat. Her cheeks were red and hot, and she found it difficult to see clearly. However, she clenched the knife tight and swayed it now and then intentionally. She pretended to accept the water from the guy, but a nauseous feeling traveled from her stomach to her throat, and instead, she puked at him.

"Disgusting." The crowd covered their nose in disgust and backed off a few more steps.

Nathalia smiled, and she mumbled something. "...I'm, I'm, not drunk..." She stumbled forward, trying to get to the door, and almost fell over.

Ben suddenly came forward and grabbed her arm " Nathalia, let me help you.", his face blurred with blood.

Nathalia swung the knife at him, annoyed. How dare you touch me? Anyone who tries to stop me shall have a taste of its sharpness! Anyone! She voiced herself in her facial expression of anger.

The crowd gasped, eyes wide open.

She's crazy!

Insane. I won't get close to her.

Nathalia was fearless.