Seeing that Xaviera didn't drink that wine, Cory Hughes furrowed his brow, and Jonas Hughes had already lost his patience. He rushed to grab the wine glass and forced it into Xaviera's mouth, but the next second, his wrist was tightly gripped by Xaviera.
Jonas looked at Xaviera in shock. She was just a twenty-year-old girl who somehow possessed such strength that she could immobilize his wrist with one hand, and it seemed effortless.
There was no hint of fear in Xaviera's eyes, just an indifferent smirk. She held Jonas's wrist and slowly exerted force, "Sir Hughes, are you going back on your word?"
Cory's face darkened, but before he could say anything, Madam Hughes, who was on the side, yelled urgently, "Xaviera! What are you doing? Let go of my son right now! This is the Hughes family's home, and we will not tolerate your shenanigans! Or don't blame us for being impolite!"