She struggled fiercely, her hand groping and finding an unopened bottle of wine, which she grabbed and swung at Timothy Kyler.
"Tim, watch out..." the women watching from the side all shouted in unison.
Timothy Kyler blocked with one hand, then swung it, throwing the bottle of wine far away, where it smashed into pieces on the ground.
The wine blossomed on the smooth marble floor, the fragrance diffusing everywhere.
"Refusing a toast just to be forced to drink!" Timothy Kyler, both angry and embarrassed, gave Nana Monty a hard slap.
She immediately saw stars, her head spinning.
"I'm determined to have you today, little beauty, don't force me to play rough," Timothy Kyler said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs from who knows where, cuffing Nana Monty's hands to the bedhead.
Nana Monty glared at him desperately, cursing, "Timothy Kyler, you'll die a terrible death...you bastard..."
