Monica POV：

When Martin finished speaking, with a loud bang, the door of the dressing room was kicked open. Martin, who had changed into a black tuxedo, stood at the door with a goblet, dusted some air from his clothes, and then squinted at Norman, who was holding me. He showed a fierce look.

“What, what are you doing?” Norman was frightened by Martin, so he stammered.

Martin looked at Norman with his head tilted, then strode into the dressing room, grabbed Norman’s hand with one hand, then bent down and threw Norman to the ground.

“Ah…”

Norman fell to the ground heavily. He cried out painfully, and then shouted...