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    "It wasn''t me, Mr. Iverson. It wasn''t..."


    It was a struggle for Yvonne to speak. Her eyes reflected hurt and innocence.


    No one knew better about the consequences of betraying Christopher than her. Yvonne did not want to die, not because death scared her. She simply did not want to disappear off the face of the earth without a trace or meaning.


    Hence, she tried to get herself out of it. "Mr. Iverson, what do I get for betraying you? Taylor and I are the only ones well-versed in this case. You would''ve figured everything out in no time if I betrayed you. Why would I be so foolish to put myself in that situation?


    "Besides, I have not stepped out of Pivotage, and you have eyes all over the ce. My every move is under your surveince. I wouldn''t have the chance tomunicate with Ms. Thompson and Mr. Salvador. How would I betray you?"


    Yvonne seemed to be heading in the right direction because Christopher''s aggression subsided.


    Eyeing her chance to de-escte the situation, Yvonne said, "You gave me my life, Mr. Iverson. I''m nothing without you. I once set Mr. Salvador up. If they defeated you, they woulde after me next."


    Though still suspicious, Christopher released the grip on Yvonne''s arm.


    Taylor barged in.


    "I have bad news, Mr. Iverson."


    Christopher tugged his necktie irritably. "What now?"This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    "D-Drew is here."


    Yvonne shook violently.


    Her throat seized up when she remembered those bright eyes.


    "What did you say? Drew?"


    Christopher gritted his teeth and asked menacingly. "Is he alone?"


    "That''s right."


    Taylor gnashed his teeth in resentment. "The guy must be up to no good to enter our turf on his own. Mr. Iverson, should I teach him a lesson?"


    "I doubt you can do anything to hurt a special agent." Christopher nudged his golden-rimmed sses up. "He must be confident he would leave unscathed to enter Pivotage alone. Yvonne, change your clothes and meet him."


    "Mr. Iverson, I-" Yvonne''s heart raced, and her head broke out in a sweat.


    "Make him happy and bait him. Find an opportunity to kill him."


    Christopher curled his lips wickedly and chuckled in her ear. "If you are loyal, as you said, don''t leave me waiting for too long."


    Drew appeared in the fanciest private room on the highest floor of Pivotage.


    A muscr arm, hidden beneath his dark trench coat, rested casually on the edge of the sofa. His gaze held a mix of indifference and nonchnce. He was too intimidating to be approached.


    The head waiter brought him a bottle of wine with a smile, but before he could say anything, Drew said offhandedly, "I drove here, so I''m not drinking. Oh, it''s all about the drinks in Pivotage. We can find you a ride hometer."


    "I''m not here for the drinks. I''m here for the women."


    Drew took out his cigarette box and pulled out a cigarette to put in his smiling mouth. "I want the prettiest woman you have."


    The door to the room opened.


    Yvonne, beautiful as she was, appeared before Drew.


    Their eyes met, and butterflies fluttered.


    "She''s hot." Drew stared intently at Yvonne''s tensed face with a nonchnt smile. "I''ll have her tonight."


    The head waiter excused himself and closed the door behind him.