Chapter 61

Curtis dragged Marceline out of the room and ordered his bodyguards to keep a close eye on her before returning inside to explain, "Mom, she's just been in a bad mood lately. Don't take her words to heart. Please just pretend she's lost her mind." Diana leaned against the table, clutching her forehead like she had a pounding headache and couldn't even manage a word. Curtis didn't bother explaining further. He left the private room and dragged Marceline down the hallway. Marceline tried to break free, but his grip was so tight that it felt like his fingers were sinking into her bones. The restaurant was one of the capital's top-tier establishments—it was upscale and spotless. Even the restrooms were spacious and pristine. Curtis shoved her into a restroom stall. Before she could curse at him, he gripped her chin. He jammed his fingers into her mouth to prevent it from closing. So, all she could do was glare at him furiously. With his other hand, he lifted the hem of her dress. "S