Hazel struggled violently against Chase after saying that. Unfortunately, he had firmly trapped her in his arms.
She could not break free at all.
"Hmph! Tristan, what are you doing here?" Chase sneered and left the tableside.
Like an eagle with a chick in its claws, he pulled Hazel along with him in his arms.
"Chase, let go of Hazel!"
Chase raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Tristan cruelly. "I've told you before. If you continue to pester Hazel, I won't remain polite!"
Tristan walked over to them with a cold expression on his face. "Let go of her quickly! Otherwise, I won't remain polite too!"
"Hazel has already slept with me and agreed to be my woman! Are you sure you still want to fight with me for her?"
"Hazel, is it true?"
Hazel gasped and closed her eyes in agony.
"Chase, that's enough! I've had enough of you!'
