âSorryâ¦â Yvonneâs face flushed bright red, her consciousness fading
into a blur.
âIâve told you before. This face of yours can only appear at specific
times, hidden from the light of day! You are my secret trump card, and
you belong to me. You must obey whatever I tell you to do. You have
no right to flaunt yourself, let alone act recklessly!â
Christopherâs eyes were full of malice, his grip around her neck
tightening as if he wanted to snap it for real.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Taylor saw that Yvonne was on the verge of collapsing and sweated as
he interceded for her.
âMr. Iverson, Ms. Smith canât hold on much longer! Please spare her
this time, on account of the loyalty she has shown you over the years!
She may have disobeyed your orders by coming back secretly, but it
was to see you! Everything she does, she does for you. Please spare
her just this once!â
Christopher coldly stared at Yvonneâs face, akin to a work of art.
exhaled a breath of stale air and released her.
Yvonneâs body was drenched in sweat, her complexion shifting from
red to pale as she gasped for breath. Her eyes were filled with tears
as she looked at Christopher pleadingly. Despite enduring such pain,
she didnât harbor any resentment toward him, only seeking to soothe
his anger.
âIâm sorry⦠Mr. Iverson⦠Iâm sorry⦠Yvonne clutched her neck in
Christopher didnât even spare her a glance, retrieving a pristine
handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped his hands and tossed the handkerchief out of the window with
disgust. His eyes were filled with disdain. âYouâll need to spend a fortune to take care of this face when
you return. If it werenât for this face, I would have killed you long ago.â
Yvonneâs heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly upon hearing Christopherâs words, her body
trembling. âThank you⦠Thank you.â
Christopher lowered his gaze and asked in a deep voice, âDid a man
touch you in the club?â
âN-no⦠It was me. I accidentally bumped into him. I had too much to
drink and lost control. Iâve embarrassed myself.â Yvonneâs heart
skipped a beat, hastily shifting all the blame onto herself.
Christopher gave her a cold glance and instructed Taylor, âGo and
investigate who that man is. Check his identity and background.â
âYes, Mr. Iverson.â
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Yvonneâs hands were tightly gripping her skirt. She felt somewhat
sorry for that man. But she also knew that Christopher was th
of person who considered his possessions sacred. If anyone els
touched them, it was equivalent to stealing.
Didnât this indirectly prove that Christopher had a little bit of genu
affection for her? Even if this trace of affection existed only becaus
of Bella, there must be some affection, right?
The luxury car sped away from the alley, disappearing into the night.
At that moment, Drew strolled leisurely to the center of the alley, both
hands in his pockets.
As he watched the car vanish, his deep gaze narrowed.
âYvonne?â.
The license plate number of the luxury car was imprinted in his mind.
Axel did not stay idle either. He never expected that on his rare visit to a bar, he would run into his
âenemyâ tonight.
At the entrance of the private room, a tipsy Roza was being dragged by two middle-aged men in suits
and leather shoes. Her limbs were weak from the alcohol, and she was struggling to get away from the
two men.
âLet me go. I want to go back!â Roza pleaded, pushing them away in an attempt to balance herself.
However, the sinister smiles on the faces of the two men only grew wider. They paid no heed to her
pleas. Their only intention was to drag her to a secluded place and take their time with her.
âLet me go!â Rozaâs cries echoed in the air.
A cold, piercing voice cut through the commotion. âLet her go.â
Roza squinted her hazy eyes and lifted her gaze in astonishment to meet Axelâs handsome yet angry
face.