Ava caught a glimpse of Hand''s warning re and pped a hand over her mouth. "It''s nothing, Miss Sharp. I was just joking with Hand." Her dramatic act didn''t sit well with Hand, whose face darkened instantly.


    Yvonne fixed him with a cial stare and snapped, "Who permitted anyone to touch my piano? Hand, are you trying to lose your job?"


    "Miss Sharp, this has nothing to do with me. It was the new pianist who didn''t know the rules. I''ve already reprimanded her," Hand stammered.


    Before he could finish, Ava interjected, "Yeah, Miss Sharp, don''t me Mr. Bruce. The new pianist was brought in by Mr. Lowe. Mr. Bruce was just following orders."


    Yvonne''s expression darkened further. "Drake brought her over?"


    Hand could feel the weight of her gaze.


    Sensing an opportunity, Ava stepped closer to Yvonne and whispered conspiratorially, "Miss Sharp, that new pianist is nothing but a vixen. She insisted on ying your piano. That was a sheer provocation to you." Just then, one of Ava''s friends chimed in, "Yeah, we all saw it. Mr. Lowe even got into a fight over her."


    Hand''s patience wore thin, but with Yvonne in the room, he dared not speak up. Yvonne''s sneer deepened, and she leveled her gaze at him. "You''re really loyal to Drake, huh? Are you hoping that woman will rece me one day?"This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    "No, Miss Sharp. I wouldn''t dare. That pianist may be pretty, but she''s nothingpared to you. You''re the real deal, while she''s just a distraction for Mr. Lowe. Please, don''t take this seriously," Hand exined.


    Yvonne let out a coldugh. "What an ignorant peasant touching what is mine! If sheys a finger on my piano again, she won''t need her hands anymore."


    "Absolutely, Miss Sharp. Next time we see her, I''ll have her brought straight to you," Hand assured.


    Satisfied, Yvonne pointed to the piano and ordered, "Smash that thing. I don''t want to see it again." "Yes, right away, Miss Sharp," Hand replied, bowing his head as she turned and exited the casino.


    Ava lingered, savoring the chaos she


    had incited. But her triumph was short-lived as Hand''s hand flew across her face.


    Ava shrieked, stumbling back and clutching her cheek in shock. She looked up to find Hand''s


    expression burning into


    ent


    "You two-faced bitch! Think you can stab me in the back?" Hand "Someone, grab her and take hairs."


    "Yes, sir."


    "Miss Sharp, help me!" Ava shouted at the door.


    But Yvonne didn''t even pause from heading out.


    The guards swiftly covered Ava''s mouth and dragged her upstairs.


    Outside on the street, Yvonne''s chauffeur stood by her car, respectfully opening the door for her.


    "Miss Sharp, should we head back now?"


    "No, take me to the Lowe Mansion."


    "But Mr. Lowe is probably resting at thiste hour."


    "It''s around five. He should be ready for breakfast."