“That’s the point!” Yvonne tugged at his sleeve like a spoiled child. ” Seb, we’re in the same boat


    now. If Dad finds out, I’ll say you’re an


    aplice too.”


    Sebastian frowned. “I’m helping you, but you’re still threatening me. You don’t have a conscience at


    all.”


    “I just want to be on the same side as you.” She hugged him, and rested her head on his shoulder.


    “But don’t worry! Since we’re in this together now, whatever happens in the future, I’ll help you.


    Whatever you need me to do, just say it. I’ll do it for you, no matter what.”


    “Is that so? I do have something that I want you to help me with,”


    Sebastian said.


    “What is it? Tell me.” Yvonne blinked yfully, her eyes flickering.


    Sebastian looked at her coldly. “Stay away from me–the farther, the better. And when you go out,


    don’t tell others that we’re siblings. Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other.”


    Yvonne’s face turned pale. “Seb, you’re not going to sever ties with me, are you?”


    Sebastian smiled. “I desperately want to.”


    “But Seb, I’m your dearest sister! Don’t forget that we’re in the same boat,” Yvonne pleaded,


    refusing to take Sebastian’s words seriously.


    Even if Sebastian was serious about wanting to sever ties with her, she would stubbornly cling to


    him. He was rich and useful, so she would stick to him no matter what.


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    Yvonne hooked her arm around his, and shook him forcefully.


    Sebastian felt dizzy from the shaking. Pulling his arm away, he said, Enough. I want to sleep a little


    longer. You should go. It’s still early.” Sebastian stumbled back to bed and sat down. He was about


    to lie down again when Yvonne said with a mischievous smile, “Seb, I textéd Rosaliest night and


    mentioned you.”


    Sebastian suddenly snapped his eyes wide and sat up from the bed.


    “What did you say?!” He looked serious.


    Yvonne put her hands behind her back and looked up slightly, as if she was a queen looking down


    at her subjects. She scoffed, and said, “Didn’t you tell me to go? I’m leaving now. Goodbye!”


    Yvonne turned to leave, but Sebastian grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.


    He frowned, his face was cold and stern. In a domineering tone, he demanded, “Tell me what did


    you talk about. You didn’t speak ill of me, did you? Did you nder me?”


    Sebastian stared at Yvonne as if she were a criminal.


    “Who’s ndering you? You’re the one who’s ndering me! I’m leaving now. Don’t stop me!” She


    shook off his hand forcefully.


    Sebastian instantly transformed into the sh and appeared in front of Yvonne just as she turned


    around, blocking her path.


    “Give me your phone.” He extended his hand.


    “What for?” Yvonne clutched her phone in her pocket warily.


    Sebastian didn’t care about being a gentleman in front of his own sister. He darted forward, and


    snatched her phone from her pocket.


    It required her fingerprint to unlock. Without hesitation, he roughly grabbed her hand to unlock it.


    “What are you doing? Let go of me! Help, help!” Yvonne shouted.


    “Stop shouting! Unlock the phone!” Sebastian demanded, his patience running out.


    “Help! Murder! Help!” Yvonne let out a series of high–pitched screams. “I’m going to tell Rosalie


    about this! You’re invading her privacy. She’ll definitely hate you!”


    Rosalie was an extremely potent weapon for Sebastian.