A sharp scream pierced through the bar.

　　The young man with the cocky attitude shoved Natalie aside with surprising force.

　　"Who the hell are you? Trying to pick a fight?"

　　Natalie staggered back but didn't immediately retaliate. Instead, she twirled the wine glass in her hand and fixed her stepmother, Phoebe, with a cold gaze.

　　"Phoebe, what a coincidence."

　　Phoebe's expression was priceless—a whirlwind of anger, disbelief, and ...