Chapter 282

Jeremiah watched the two women walk away, speaking quietly.

He sighed and followed them–he had been used to such a situation.

The rest of the group quickly made way, knowing they didn’t have the same standing as Yvette to act so casually around him.

As the three took their seats, Jared began to liven up the atmosphere.

Everyone was now more reserved and cautious, casting furtive glances toward the trio on the couch every now and then.

To be fair, the sight of the three of them sitting together was truly pleasing to the eyes.

Keira, seeing things not going her way, clenched her teeth in frustration.

She turned to Joel, who had just recovered from his shock, and tears instantly welled–up in his eyes.

“Joel, please forgive me! I’ll never do it again, I swear!” she sobbed.

Joel looked at her impatiently and forcefully shook her hand off.

Without mercy, he said, “Keira, let’s part ways amicably. Leave now.”

Irritated by Joel’s ruthlessness, Keira snapped and lost control of her emotions.

She thought, ‘Without Joel’s backing, those I’ve offended through his influence will surely retaliate against me. I can’t let that happen; I might as well go all out and take him down with me.’

With a crazed expression, she screamed, “Joel, since you’re so heartless, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Joel’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at the frantic Keira.

He thought, ‘What is this woman planning to do?‘

Keira’s outburst brought the lively atmosphere to an abrupt silence.

Just as Samantha finished mixing a cocktail for Yvette, the music halted, and all eyes shifted toward the commotion.

Only Jeremiah and Yvette remained unaffected.

Jeremiah was focused on peeling an apple for Yvette without even lifting his head.

Yvette sipped her cocktail with her eyes lowered, contemplating whether or not to have another.

‘What if I get too tipsy and start a fight?‘ she thought, then glancing at Jeremiah, who was concentrating on peeling the apple.

‘Can he take a hit? To drink or not to drink–that’s the question.

Keira, furious at being ignored by the trio, yelled, “Ms. Zeller, did you know that before you arrived, everyone was saying Samantha was Mr. Chavez’s childhood sweetheart and that they were the perfect match? They said you came from a small city and weren’t good enough for him!”

Of course, Keira embellished that last part.

Everyone present froze in fear upon hearing this.

‘Is this reckless woman trying to get us into trouble?‘ they thought.

Joel was even more frightened.

His panic heightened as he caught Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fixed on him.

He hurriedly stopped Keira. “Shut up! When did we ever say that? Are you out of your mind? Don’t try to pin this on us!”

The others quickly joined in to explain.

They hadn’t forgotten about the women locked away in prison.

“Jeremiah, Ms. Zeller, she’s lying. We never said such thing!”

“Yeah, Jeremiah, we’re innocent. You have to believe us! How could we possibly talk like that behind your back?”

“Jeremiah, Ms. Zeller, this woman is crazy. She’s just mad because Joel wants to break up with her, so she’s randomly accusing us.

“We swear we didn’t say anything like that!”

Samantha watched as the crowd anxiously tried to explain.

She tilted her head, looking at Yvette’s expressionless face, and said, “They’re smart enough to know what they can say. They didn’t have the guts to say anything like that. This woman’s just trying to stir up trouble.”

Hearing Samantha speak up for them, everyone gave her grateful looks.

Now it was up to Yvette to decide what to do next.

The attention of everyone in the room returned to her.

They had completely understood how much Yvette meant to Jeremiah.

Yvette rest her arm lazily on the couch, her shirt sleeves rolled up casually.

Her pretty, cold eyes swept over the room, and her delicate brows arched slightly.

She set down her cocktail, tilted her head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m not good enough for you? Is that so? Do I not deserve you?”

Jeremiah glanced around at the uneasy crowd.

Then he said sternly, “Not good enough? I’m the one who’s not good enough for her, not the other way around. Got it?”

Everyone in the private room looked up in disbelief.

This statement carried a lot of weight.

Jeremiah was practically humbling himself for his girlfriend.

They thought, ‘What kind of charm does Yvette have to make him say something like that? If even Jeremiah isn’t good enough for her, who else would dare claim they are?‘

Yvette looked at the disbelieving crowd with her clear, bright eyes.

In a flat tone, she asked, “Did you all hear that clearly?”

Everyone in the room instinctively nodded and said in unison, “Yes.”

Their response was more synchronized than a military drill chant.

After speaking, they exchanged glances, thinking, ‘How embarrassing! How did we let ourselves be so completely intimidated by one woman?‘

Yvette turned to look at Samantha, motioning with her eyes toward the empty glass on the table.

It was a silent request for another glass.

Samantha’s eye twitched; she found Yvette rather hard to please.

Without a word, she resignedly began mixing another drink.

She never imagined that she, a powerful CEO, would be reduced to a bartender for someone else.

She swore she couldn’t help it.

She simply couldn’t refuse a stunning beauty with such a commanding presence.

Keira’s face turned as pale as a sheet.

Right now, she felt like someone who had tried to gain something but ended up losing instead.

Her attempt to stir up trouble had completely backfired.

Seeing that her tactic didn’t work, she planned to use her usual dramatic antics of crying and throwing a tantrum.

She screamed like a lunatic at Joel, “If you break up with me, Joel, I’ll kill myself right here! Let’s see how the media spins that story!”

After saying this, she looked around at everyone, pointed at them, and continued, “And the rest of you, with your privileged backgrounds, what will you do if you’re labeled as murderers?”

Keira’s words hit the group where it hurt most, and they were shocked and scared.

They glared at Keira, a crazy woman in their minds, gritting their teeth in anger.

If she died here, the media would spin stories without regard for the truth, and those reports would undoubtedly tarnish their family’s reputation.

Keira, thinking she had everyone under her control, looked at Joel with arrogance and said, “Joel, are you breaking up with me or not? Just say it!”

Joel was furious.

If he had known Kerra was such a woman, he wouldn’t have been with her.

Joel swallowed his humiliation from the threat and planned to agree to Keira’s request to stay together.

Just as he was about to speak, a calm, cold voice rang out. “You want to kill yourself?”

Everyone turned to look at the sofa.

The speaker was none other than Yvette, who had quietly downed three cocktails.

Yvette uncrossed her legs and stood up, ready to help Keira.

This was the first time Jeremiah had seen Yvette drink.

He thought, ‘She’s only had three cocktails, and they’re not even strong. She’ll be fine, right?‘

Yvette put her hands in her pockets.

She walked in a perfectly straight line and stopped right in front of Keira.

With an intense gaze, she asked again, “Are you really thinking of killing yourself?”

Eagle King once told her, after drinking, always ask twice before granting someone’s request.

That was what she was doing right now.

Keira braced herself, thinking, “There’s no way I’m backing down now. What could a woman possibly do to me?‘

She shouted, “Yes, if Joel breaks up with me today, I’ll throw myself against the wall and kill myself!”

Yvette kept her eyelids slightly lowered, her eyes bloodshot and her expression serious.

She lifted her eyelids, her eyes now bright, clear, and focused.

She mumbled slowly to herself, “I’ve already asked twice.”

No one in the private room understood what she meant. They thought, ‘What does asking twice have to do with anything?‘