"You asshole," John spat as he knelt on the ground, clutching Ivan's collar like a ferocious beast. "If my gun hadn't been seized before I entered the palace, I would have shot you right here. But trust me, my one hand is enough to strangle you to death."
Natalie couldn't stop an enraged John—he was too fast, as if he had just been waiting for the opportunity to beat Ivan.
Ryan smirked wickedly. If John hadn't acted first, I would have beaten the shit out of this bastard anyway. The asshole deserves to be beaten to death.
"John, calm down," Natalie ordered, seeing the palace guards hurrying toward them. "Let go of him."
John clenched his fists, unwilling to back down, but he didn't want to put Natalie in more trouble. His actions might implicate her, and he knew better than to cause unnecessary problems.
A commotion had already stirred as the palace guards rushed over along with several onlookers.
