“Besides, a mighty dragon cannot subdue a local snake. Although they are powerful here in Savrow,


    they’re helpless in Terranova. If we take advantage of the chaos to kill them and dispose of their


    bodies, no one will find out, right?” Christopher narrowed his eyes and smirked. “You’re the most


    professional for such tasks.”


    “Hahaha! Mr. Iverson, your attention to detail is truly remarkable! But if I help you, what will my reward


    be?”


    “Money, property, whatever you desire,” Christopher replied.


    “I have something specific in mind right now.”


    With an insatiable and lustful gaze, Maxwell shamelessly eyed


    Yvonne’s 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 Maxwell’s embrace. She had to endure wandering


    hands that were making her nauseous.


    Christopher left the room without even looking back as he Tonight, she’s all yours.”


    That night, Maxwell left Pivotagepletely satisfied after ind in wine and women. He was ready to


    work on the task assigned Christopher.


    Yvonney 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. “I never expected him to have such a fetish. He’s quite like my older brother in that


    aspect.”


    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.


    “You’ve worked hard tonight. Whatever you want, just tell Taylor,” Chrisstopher said, his attitude icy and


    indifferent. His warmth was only ressereed for Be. Other women were nothing more than a means to


    arend..


    “I want myyr red dress,” Yvonne whispered, her lips trembling.


    Christopher’sseexpression remained indifferent. “Alright, I’ Taylor buy it for you!!”


    “That 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.


    “Is that so?”


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    Christopher’s expression darkened, and he casually tugged at his lips. “Do you know why I chose the


    red dress for you? Because Be likes red, so I enjoy seeing you in red.”


    A chill crept through Yvonne’s 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 Be’s shadow, she couldn’t help but


    ask again and again, hoping for a different response.


    “Rest well. As for whates next, you already know, don’t you? You volunteered for it.” Christopher


    turned away, about to leave, when suddenly Yvonne rolled off the bed and grabbed his hand tightly.


    “Christopher, do you have any feelings for me?”


    He looked back at her without any expression.


    Yvonne burst into tears and asked. “Nothing? After all these years… Not even a little?”