<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette’s expression remained unreadable as she nced briefly toward a nearby pir, her hands still casually in her pockets. With a faint smirk, she called out, “Come on out. I’m here, so why keep hiding?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Both La and the group of men in ck froze, shocked that Yvette had spotted someone behind the pir. Winona, realizing her cover was blown, decided there was no point in hiding any longer.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Winona had no intention of sparing Yvette, and if Yvette knew who was behind this plot, it wouldn’t change the oue. Only one of them would leave this factory alive.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Winona emerged, pping slowly, her eyes‘ cold and menacing as they locked onto Yvette. Seeing Winona step forward, La hurried to her side.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Winona, I did everything you asked. I brought her here, so I’ll just head out now. This ce gives me the creeps,” La said, shifting ufortably.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">La thought her role was done–that she had merely been the bait to lure Yvette into Winona’s trap.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But in the next moment, Winona cast her a look of disdain. She thought, ‘Foolish girl. Does Winona really think she’d walk away unscathed? Her purpose here is far more than just leading Yvette into the trap!‘</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Winona motioned to the men in ck, and without hesitation, they moved forward and restrained La.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">La stared in horror, struggling against their grip as she shouted at Winona, “Winona, what are you doing? Why are you tying me up? We’re good friends, and you should be tying up Yvette! Let me go, let me go!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Winona’s gaze shifted from Yvette’s calm, detached expression to La’s frantic, pleading face.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She said, “Friends? You only wanted to use my hatred to get back at Yvette. Did you really think I’d fall for such a simple trick?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Are you that na?ve or just in stupid? You thought you could use me as your weapon? You’re not even close to being worthy</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">La’s face paled as the realization hit her. Winona had known all along that she was using her, and now she was paying the price. Panic gripped her as she realized just how dangerous and unpredictable Winona truly was.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">La tried to beg for mercy, but the men in ck, following a nod from Winona, shoved a rag into her mouth and dragged her aside, silencing her pleas.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With La out of the way, Winona turned her gaze toward Yvette, seething with resentment. If it weren’t for Yvette’s existence, none of this would have happened.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She would still be the daughter of the Chambers family, the socialite envied by all of Seacrity. Yvette had ruined her life. Winona rested a hand on her stomach with a smug smile. For someone usually so clever, Yvette really lost her mind for a moment–falling for La’s tricks. But this worked out just fine. She didn’t have to resort to n B.</font></font>
Winona looked proud. “Yvette, ver thought you’d end up here. I must’ve overestimated you if even a fool like La could lure you in. If I’d known, it would be this easy, and I wouldn’t have gone into so much trouble with all my careful nning.
But don’t worry–soon, you’ll have plenty ofpany, and none of you will be leaving.”
For the first time, Winona confronted Yvette without any pretense, letting her hatred show openly.
Yvette cast a disinterested nce at Winona, her eyes narrowing slightly. Her voice was calm, “So La’s your scapegoat?”
The “she” referred to La, who was tied up. La’s eyes went wide at this, a flicker of realization dawning in her eyes.
Winona hadn’t expected Yvette to remain soposed, showing no fear even in this situation. It unsettled her for a moment, but she brushed it off, assuming Yvette was merely putting on a brave face.
After all, she had over fifty men with her, all hired at a hefty price from the underworld. How could Yvette, a woman, possibly pose a threat?
Emboldened by the thought, Winonaughed, finally dropping any restraint. She pointed to the bound La.
“This idiot tried to use me, so I used her instead. Once you’re dead, she’ll be the one med for your murder. She went to Argrol University to find you, plenty of people must’ve seen her. They’ll be witnesses.
“After you’re gone, I’ll burn this ce to the ground–no evidence, no trace. See, even fate is on my side. Yvette, today’s the end for you.”
La was truly terrified now. She struggled desperately, but no sound could escape her gagged mouth. Her eyes shot daggers at Winona, but the look was powerless against the twisted woman she thought she’d been using.
La had thought she was the one pulling the strings, only to realize toote that she was the pawn, set up as the scapegoat. If she had known it would turn out like this, she would never have teamed up with Winona.
One of the men, seeing La’s frantic thrashing, stepped forward and knocked her unconscio Just before she copsed, her eyes held a bitter regret.
to avoid further disruption.
Meanwhile, Winona’s frustration only grew as she watched Yvette’s stoic expression remain unshaken. She couldn’t stand Yvette’s aloof demeanor, as if she was above everything. Yvette’s calm demeanor drove her mad.
Winona clenched her fists, teeth bared in fury, shouting, “Why? Why are you always soposed? Don’t you see? You’re in my hands now!”
Yvette’s gaze shifted to Winona, her eyes clear and unreadable as if she were observing something far beneath her. Her expression remained serene, almost indifferent, as she brushed an invisible speck off her sleeve.
She responded in a tone so casual it bordered on contempt, “You think I’m in your hands?”
Winona froze, momentarily thrown off by the simple question. She shook it off–surely this woman was just putting on a front. How could Yvette hope to stand against fifty men?
Her confidence bolstered, Winona sneered, suppressing a faint unease. “Yvette, stop pretending. Today, you’re finished. But don’t worry–I’m generous. I’ll let you see someone first before you die. After all, I’m nothing if not kind.”
Winona sneered, her eyes glinting with malice. “He’ll be here soon, and I’ll make sure he watches every second as I kill you. He’ll suffer–just like I did. It’s what you both owe me!”
Her voice echoed her tone that of a scorned woman, wild with jealousy and rage.
Unperturbed, Yvette finally spoke a single name, calm as ever. “Zachary?”
Winona’s face hardened for a moment before she smirked, her gaze as venomous as poison. Yes, I already had someone inform him that you’re in my hands. By now, he’s probably going mad. You’re his precious daughter, after all.
“For your mother’s sake, he’s yed along with my mom for so many years, feigning affection for me and Zeke–it must have been quite the strain.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
And the minute you came back, he was ready to and over the entire Chambers family fortune to you as if I was nothing.
Her voice grew cold with resentment. “He’s done everything for you, but how much do you actually care about him? What gives you the right to sit back, do nothing, and have it all handed to you? What right do you have?”