âBesides, a mighty dragon cannot subdue a local snake. Although they are powerful here in Savrow,
theyâre helpless in Terranova. If we take advantage of the chaos to kill them and dispose of their
bodies, no one will find out, right?â Christopher narrowed his eyes and smirked. âYouâre the most
professional for such tasks.â
âHahaha! Mr. Iverson, your attention to detail is truly remarkable! But if I help you, what will my reward
be?â
âMoney, property, whatever you desire,â Christopher replied.
âI have something specific in mind right now.â
With an insatiable and lustful gaze, Maxwell shamelessly eyed
Yvonneâs graceful figure.
The next moment, Christopher grabbed her arm and flung her forcefully. Caught off guard by the
sudden gesture, Yvonne let out a cry as she fell into Maxwellâs embrace. She had to endure wandering
hands that were making her nauseous.
Christopher left the room without even looking back as he Tonight, sheâs all yours.â
That night, Maxwell left Pivotage completely satisfied after ind in wine and women. He was ready to
work on the task assigned Christopher.
Yvonne lay on the bed, battered and bruised, resembling a discarde broken, yet beautiful toy. Her
beloved red dress was torn to pieces on the floor alongside unsettling tools that reminded her of the
humiliation and sadness from the previous night.
At that moment, the door creaked open.
Familiar footsteps approached, and Christopher walked to the bedside, his gaze coldly assessing her
bare, bruised body. âI never expected him to have such a fetish. Heâs quite like my older brother in that
aspect.â
Through the disheveled strands of hair scattered across her pale fface, Yvonne looked at the man she
had loved for almost half of her liffe, tears slowly filling her eyes.
âYouâve worked hard tonight. Whatever you want, just tell Taylor,â Chrisstopher said, his attitude icy and
indifferent. His warmth was only ressereed for Bella. Other women were nothing more than a means to
arend..
âI want myyr red dress,â Yvonne whispered, her lips trembling.
Christopherâsseexpression remained indifferent. âAlright, Iâ Taylor buy it for you!!â
âThat dress⦠You gave it to me two years ago⦠On my birth
Yvonne choked backkhhen tears, clutching the sheets tightly a tears strearned down her delicate
cheeks.
Yvonne fought back her teears, clinging to the sheets as she wept silently.
âIs that so?â
Christopherâs expression darkened, and he casually tugged at his lips. âDo you know why I chose the
red dress for you? Because Bella likes red, so I enjoy seeing you in red.â
A chill crept through Yvonneâs body, her chest aching as if stabbed by a knife. Her feelings were
ruthlessly trampled by Christopher.
Despite knowing the answer and being unable to escape from Bellaâs shadow, she couldnât help but
ask again and again, hoping for a different response.
âRest well. As for what comes next, you already know, donât you? You volunteered for it.â Christopher
turned away, about to leave, when suddenly Yvonne rolled off the bed and grabbed his hand tightly.
âChristopher, do you have any feelings for me?â
He looked back at her without any expression.
Yvonne burst into tears and asked. âNothing? After all these years⦠Not even a little?â