"Hey, there my friend!" Upon the last step he took, Ivan abruptly grabbed the hand that was stroking Cora's leg. The sudden intrusion of the seemingly fun crowd startled the man.
Ivan, who was carrying a wide yet twisted grin on his lips, lifted the wrist up. Since Ivan was a six feet tall man, the man in a formal smart suit tiptoed. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" The man grunted as the grip on his wrist tightened, it was as if Ivan intended to break it, all the while bearing a sinister smile on his lips.
Meanwhile, Ivan's sudden entrance caused her to look up speechlessly. As soon as she laid her eyes on the familiar foreign man, she bit her lower lip while the corner of her teary eyes gleamed in relief. For some reason, she felt a strong sense of security with him around. Maybe, because he was Zoey's brother from another mother.
"What the, ah!" The man struggled but to no avail. The more he attempted to get away from his grasp, the more Ivan held onto him effortlessly.
