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    Leni paled even further until she became almost ghostly. After a long pause, she finally raised her head but avoided direct


    contact.


    Hurriedly, she tried to exin, "Mr. Becker, I-I didn''t mean to. I had no intention of insulting Ms. Becker. Please forgive me. I won''t call Ms. Becker an idiot ever again. I swear-


    Before she could finish her sentence, a silver needle suddenly flew from Yvette''s hand directly into Leni''s left leg. She felt a tingling sensation in her leg before it wentpletely numb.


    Leni stared wide-eyed at her motionless left leg, pounding it desperately but still feeling nothing. "W-What did you do to me? What have you done?"


    Yvette narrowed her eyes at Leni, her gorgeous features indifferent and cold. Looking at Leni on the ground, she slowly uttered, “If I hear the word ''idiot'' from you again, I''ll make sure you regret it."


    Cyrus, who was standing next to her, couldn''t help but freeze for a moment upon hearing those words.


    Leni red at Yvette viciously, clutching her numb leg. She sneered, "Fine. You''ve got guts. Just remember this. I will not let this slide"


    At that moment, Leni becamepletely enraged and stopped caring about who was present. She knew Cyrus wouldn''t help her anymore after he heard her words, so she chose to unleash her fury, abandoning all sense of reason.


    Amanda, standing nearby, could only fret anxiously, not daring to intervene. She could only hope that Leni wouldn''t say anything more offensive. Yvette raised her eyebrows and leisurely walked over to Leni, her eyes simmering with intense bloodthirst. "Not going to let me go?" Sheughed. "Too bad. You won''t get that chance."


    Yvette quickly reached out and grabbed Leni''s soaking-wet neck. Thetter looked like amb for the ughter, trapped in Yvette''s grip, and her already pale face gradually began to turn purple. With any more force, Leni''s neck would snap.


    Amanda was so frightened that she had no idea what to do. She could only kneel before Cyrus and plead, "Mr. Becker, please spare Ms. Markos. She''s Mr. Markos'' most beloved daughter."


    Cyrus looked at the scene before him, feeling a headache brewing. But if he spoke up to stop it now, Yvette''s anger would be redirected onto himself. Saving Leni wasn''t worth Yvette''s ire.


    Just as Yvette was about to apply more force to end Leni''s life, Demetrius'' voice called out from afar, "Yvette, let her go. Don''t dirty your hands." Yvette paused. She turned her head slightly and nced at Demetrius, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the distance. As their eyes met, her bloodthirst slowly settled down. Then, she let go.


    At this moment, Leni waspletely unrecognizable. She fell to the ground as if she had been struck by a huge blow, letring out a crazed scream. Then, her eyes fluttered close, and she fainted.


    Cyrus ordered the bodyguards, "Take Leni to the guest room. He then instructed the private doctor, who was standing nearby, stunned, "You go and check on her, too."


    Thus, the bodyguards at the presidential pce carried the unconscious Leni to a guest room while Amanda followed quietly behind them, notring to look at Yvette even once.


    As Leni was being carried past Demetrius, he stopped his wheelchair and nced at her with a contemtive look.


    It was a long while before he finally recalled her. She had spoke to him twice before, but he had never responded. It was


    uneptable for his fiancée, Leni, to ce the guilt on him and cause Yvette to misunderstand.


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    ''How did Leni get into the presidential pce?'' he wondered. It was probably Uncle Cyrus'' doing. These days, continuing the family lineage was the only thing on his mind.


    After Leni was taken away, only Yvette, Cyrus, Demetrius, and Dn remained in the pool area.


    Demetrius wheeled himself up to Yvette, looked up at her, and said softly, "Women like her aren''t worth your attention. I''ll take care of it."


    Yvette put her hands in her pockets. She nodded slightly, her eyebrows slightly raised as she said, "Suit yourself."


    Cyrus watched Demetrius and Yvette interacting-so familiar as if they were family-and was left with a diforting sense of alienation.


    His nephew did not have romantic feelings for Yvette, yet he considered her as important as Alice. If Yvette wanted someone dead, Demetrius would be the first to hand over the gun and the one to dispose of the body.


    ''What on earth does Yvette have going for her?'' Cyrus thought. She doesn''t have the softness and charm of a woman; she''s stubborn and moody, and her hands are stained with blood. How could a woman like this be likable?''


    Cyrus did not like Yvette at all, mainly because the two people closest to him were more inclined to listen to her.


    Cyrus looked at Demetrius, who was in his wheelchair, with a serious expression. In a deep voice, he said, "Demetrius, even though Leni said something she shouldn''t have, she doesn''t deserve to die."N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content.


    He continued, “As the eldest daughter of the prominent Markos family, any incident involving her in the presidential pce would be difficult to justify to the public. A light punishment and a stern warning should be enough."


    Demetrius was not unaware of what had happened; he had rushed to the presidential pce from hispany, after all. However, he did not need to know the details.


    If Yvette wanted Leni dead, it indicated she hadmitted an unforgivable crime. Otherwise, Yvette wouldn''t lose her temper so easily. If she wanted her gone, Demetrius would do it. Nothing she said or did mattered.


    Demetrius raised his gaze and nced at Cyrus. Contemptuously, he said, "Did I say I was going to kill her at the presidential pce?" The moment Cyrus heard Demetrius'' words, he realized his nephew still wanted Leni dead. Whenever it came to anything involving Yvette, Demetrius was entirely unreasonable


    Cyrus'' expression darkened, and with amanding tone, he said, "Demetrius, do your uncle a favor and spare Leni''s life."


    The atmosphere instantly became tense. Dn, knowing he was just a small fry, quickly lowered his head to minimize his presence. He had no right to watch the confrontation between the three of them.


    Yvette looked up and nced at Cyrus, whose face was cold. She narrowed her eyes a bit before saying casually, "There''s no need to kill her; her legs won''t function for the rest of her life."


    The dosage of poison on the silver needle was enough to prevent Leni from ever standing again. This was the most severe punishment she deserved.


    As soon as Yvette said this, Cyrus grimaced further. He thought, The silver needle she had just thrown was poisoned! She would be a terrifying force to reckon with if she were an enemy


    Cyrus smiled stiffly. It was clear he was insincere when he said, vette has already punished Leni, so let''s leave this be


    now.