Chapter 282
"What is this?! You expect me to put this kind of low-grade garbage to my lips?!"
A wine glass shattered with a deafening crash.
The young girl glared with eyes blazing, breath coming in furious gasps, while five or six people knelt at her feet with their heads bowed low. Around the woman closest to her, fragments of shattered glass lay scattered across the floor.
Natalia Milited had struck the human's head with the glass with all the strength she could muster — yet instead of the skull bursting open, it was her own hand that throbbed as though it had been torn. She clenched her teeth.
"I can't stand the sight of you! Get out, now! Disappear from my sight before I kill every last one of you!"
At Natalia's venom-laced screech, the people whose minds had been crushed crawled out of the room on their knees. Without sparing them so much as a glance, she snatched up the bottle, poured the glass full of wine, and threw it back in one gulp — as if to drown her rage.
"Ugh, bleugh! Hck, hck!"
A bitter taste swirled in her mouth, her tongue went numb.
The sharp alcoholic fumes stabbed at her nose and throat, and she heaved the wine back out as though coughing up blood.