Charlotte Allison stood up, suddenly thrusting the fork toward his eye. Arthur Cole was so frightened his pupils contracted, and he staggered backward in fear.
But due to his immense terror, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.
The drink from the table beside him was deliberately pushed onto him by Sarah Joseph, drenching him. His white shirt was stained with wine, fragments of a broken glass lay by his hand, while liquor dripped down from his head, leaving him utterly disheveled.
But his eyes still held panic as he looked at Charlotte Allison, with a hint of malice.
Yet the fork in Charlotte Allison's hand stopped precisely. Had he been standing, the fork would have been just one millimeter away from his pupil.
She looked down at the person who had hastily fallen in fear, looking disheveled and terrified. She rotated the fork and placed the sharp utensil on the table.
She calmly and nobly adjusted her cuffs and spoke, "Mr. Cole, the ground is uneven, stand firm."
