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The next moment, Christopher''s hand holding the gun moved behind Yvonne. He pulled her by the waist to press her tightly against himself.
"You did well this time. Not only do I not me you for what happened, but I''d like tomend you for it. Thanks to you, that woman by Ryan''s side is dead. She lost herposure, acted rashly, and fell into Liam''s trap because you leaked the information to her. She lost her life because of that. It caused Ryan immense pain, even turning his hair white overnight."
Yvonne''s face was expressionless.Têxt ? N?velDrama.Org.
She felt like every word he spoke was like a knife stabbing into her heart, peeling away chunks of her flesh, and leaving behind a mess of shame and agony.
"Continue to follow your ns and act freely. I know you won''t disappoint me."
Christopher released her. His yful gaze traced the curves of her waist. "You look really good in Drew Brown''s coat. Remember to wear this at his funeral."
When Yvonne returned to her room, the setting sun outside the window dyed her pale face with ayer of tragic red.
She stumbled to the full-length mirror and slowly took off the ck trench coat.
In the mirror, she was naked. Her trembling, slender body was covered in shameful bruises. Those were proof of what Christopher had done to her all afternoon.
The seemingly gentlemanly beast had not truly taken her. However, he tormented her in every possible
way.
Throughout the man''s cruel acts, she did not make a sound. She justid there like a corpse.
In fact, she had already died long ago.
Even though Christopher''s gun had no bullets, the moment he pulled the trigger, it was as if he had killed
her.
Yvonne tilted her head back slightly, but tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrobly, washing over her face repeatedly.
Time was running out for her.
Next time, Christopher would surely use a loaded gun.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
She recognized the knock and hurriedly wiped away her tears. She put on her clothes and went to open the door.
"Ms. Smith!"
It was the young bodyguard, Oscar, who was on good terms with her. He looked at her with concern. "Are you alright?"
"Come in quickly," Yvonne said, letting him into the room.
Oscar immediately took out a box of ointment from his pocket and handed it to Yvonne. "We use this often. It''s very effective. Here, apply it."
He was also one of Christopher''s men, so he knew what had happened that afternoon.
"Thanks..." Yvonne''s fingers trembled as she took it, and her voice choked with emotion.
"Ms. Smith, you''re living such a hard life. Haven''t you ever thought about..." Oscar''s eyes reddened, his words stopping midway.
"I have, Oscar."
Yvonne took a deep breath, tears clinging to her eyshes. "I''ve thought about it for a long time, even in my dreams. But I have no choice."
"Why not? There has to be a way!" Oscar leaned closer, his eyes wide with concern. "You can turn to Ms. Thompson and Mr. Salvador! Even if Christopher''s business abroad is huge, he''s no match for the Salvadors and the Thompsons domestically! I''ll keep an eye on Christopher''s activities. Together, we can definitely find evidence to bring him down!"
"You''re too naive..."
Yvonne shook her head with a bitter smile. "I''ve been with Mr. Iverson since I was young. I know his methods too well. Even when I was his trusted aide, I couldn''t see everything. You''re just one of his bodyguards. You''re not always by his side. It''s impossible for you to get valuable evidence. If he notices anything, you won''t even be able to protect yourself. My life is worthless. It''ll be fine if I die. But I don''t want any innocent people to get involved because of me. That would be worse than death."
Besides, Christopher had the Boss''s backing.
Over the years, Yvonne had apanied Christopher to Meridan several times. Yet, she had never seen the Boss''s face.
However, she knew well that the Boss was an adversary that even Be and Justin might struggle to contend with.