Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Ugh, fine! Bind his hand. Let him see what defying me gets him."
Steven grinned at her approval and barked out the command. The next thing I knew, my face was shoved back into the cake. Every time I tried to lift my head for air, someone would shove me back down, laughing as I gasped and choked.
It felt like demons were tightening their grip on my throat. The world around me blurred as I struggled to hold on, despair closing in on me.
Then, out of nowhere, a strong hand yanked me upright.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
I heard a soft, commanding voice above me. "That's enough!"
Through my blurred vision, I saw her—a strikingly beautiful woman with sharp eyes and an unshakable presence. She gently wiped the frosting from my face, her movements careful and precise. The overwhelming scent of frosting and mango was replaced by a soft, fresh aroma of gardenias.
"Who the hell just kicked me?" one of the men snarled, rolling up his sleeves.
But before he could make a move, two men in black suits appeared and effortlessly tossed him aside.
"Too noisy," the woman said, her voice soft but with an edge that silenced the room.