Before you could take a sip of your drink, Horror snatched it from your hand, an upset expression on his face. He’d spotted something that had gone unnoticed by you, and he wasn’t going to let it slide. Slowly, he turned back to look at a specific male in the bar, speaking to you through gritted teeth.

Don’t touch that. That man slipped something inside it. Stay here, I’ll handle it.

As the large skeleton stood up, you ushered for him not to make a scene. Although he desperately wanted to start a fight, he unwillingly nodded, and sat back down. At the end of the day, you were his boss, meaning he had to respect your wishes.