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    Frankie agreed without hesitation. "No problem, Yve. Let''s have match when we get the chance. Just don''t lose, alright?"


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    Usually, Yvette crushed them in every aspect, but this time, he could finally turn the tables and dominate her in gaming. Just the thought of it made him feel ecstatic.


    Yvette half-closed her eyes, her gaze clear. She leaned backzily ncing at Frankie with indifference. ''Lose? Now that''s an interesting prospect,* she thought.


    Bruce and the others remained silent. Yvette took the initiative to challenge someone to a game and the oue was genuinely unpredictable. Although Frankie was a skilled gamer, Yvette''s talents were no less formidable.


    Everyone knew just how terrifyingly gifted she was, making this match highly anticipated. Jeremiah smirked, thinking that once Frankie finished the game, he would probably start questioning his life.


    While they were chatting, Savannah and Thiago were silently observing them in a nearby booth seating. Seeing Yvette and the others chatting andughing made Savannah''s expression darken, especially when Jeremiah personally fed Yvette a piece of watermelon. Savannah''s face turned even more grim.


    Thiago reassured her, "Don''t worry. I''ve bribed the attendant here. In just a moment, you''ll see that man and woman drink the wine and juiceced with aphrodisiacs. Tonight, you''ll get what you want."


    Savannah turned her head and gave Thiago an elegant but warning look. She said, "You''d better not mess this up again, or you know my temper." Thiago nodded confidently and replied, "Rx. Just get ready for that man to be delivered to your room."


    Meanwhile, Yvette and her group were still chatting when a in looking waiter approached with a tray. The waiter hesitated at the sight of their imposing demeanor but steeled himself when he remembered the money he had been promised-enough to keep him from working for years. Gritting his teeth, he walked over and said, "Sir, Madam, here''s the wine and freshly squeezed orange juice you ordered. Please enjoy." He ced the drinks on the table and stepped back but did not leave, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes darting nervously to the group. Chris nced up at the waiter before lowering his gaze again. Frankie and Bruce also gave the waiter a casual nce, noting the cold sweat on his forehead and his tightly drawn expression. Their eyes shifted to the drinks on the table, shing with suspicion.


    Frankie suddenly spoke, "Hey, remember


    them again? I can''t quite recall."


    those fools who tried to plot against Jeremiah before? Chris, what happened to


    Without lifting his head, Chris replied inly,


    hey died."


    Sienna, clueless about the sudden topic shift, chimed in casually. "Anyone plotting against Jeremiah probably met a miserable end. And those who dared offend Yve? Their oues must''ve been even worse."


    Bruce, with his arm draped over Yvette''s shoulders, gave the nervous waiter a sidelong nce. He asked, "What do you think happens to someone who tries to mess with both Jeremiah and Yve at the same time?"


    Siennaughed incredulously and replied, "That would ways to court death, why pick the most idiotic one?"


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    Their conversation, every word of it, reached the waiter''s ears, is back was drenched in cold sweat, his legs trembling as he wiped his forehead with a shaking hand. He did not dare look at them again.


    Yvette lounged in the booth seating, her chin resting on her hand. Her exquisite features were shrouded in shadow, her eyes tranquil like a deep pool. She casually picked up the orange juice and brought it to her lips.


    The next second, Jeremiah, equally calm, picked up the wine, his gaze icy.


    Bruce, Frankie, and Chris exchanged nces. If they could even tell the waiter was acting suspiciously, there was no way Jeremiah and Yvette would not have noticed.


    Yvette, holding the juice near her lips, sniffed it briefly. The unfamiliar scent confirmed her suspicion within two seconds. A trace of amusement flickered in her eyes. It had been a long time since anyone dared to use such a low difficulty trick on her. Jeremiah had simrly nced at the wine before noticing Yvette drink the juice. Without hesitation, he followed suit, downing the wine.


    "Jeremiah, Yve," the rest called out. They could not believe Yvette and Jeremiah knew something was wrong with the drinks and still downed them like it was nothing. ''What kind of move was that?'' they wondered.


    The waiter, seeing the drinks consumed, finally rxed. ording to his instructions, all he needed was confirmation that they drank it, and his task was done. The money would soon be his.


    He turned and looked back at the booth seating some distance away. Then, he fled the scene without looking back as if wolves were chasing him. After the waiter left, Jeremiah turned to Chris and ordered, "Go. Keep an eye on him."


    Chris nodded and immediately moved through the crowded dance floor, heading in the direction the waiter had gone.


    Bruce and Frankie exchanged a knowing look. Jeremiah and Yvette clearly had a n. ''Still, what was in those drinks?" they wondered.


    Yvette raised her eyelids slightly, her cold gazeced with nonchnce and a hint of yfulness. She smirked wickedly and said, "It''s a potent aphrodisiac. Enough to arouse an elephant. They must think highly of us."


    Jeremiah turned to her, his face impassive. "Mm. I''m affected. There''s no antidote. I''ll have to trouble you," he said.


    Frankie, mid-sip of wine, almost spat it out. ''Seriously? Since when did Jeremiah get this shameless?'' he wondered.


    Knowing full well there was something wrong with the wine, Jeremiah still drank it. Frankie was baffled. It turned out Jeremiah was waiting for this moment.


    Bruce and Sienna''s lips twitched. ''Jeremiah haspletely thrown away his dignity; to say such shameless words is truly astonishing,'' they thought. Yvette rested her chin on her hand, looking at Jeremiah with a faint smile, her beautiful brows and eyes exuding an extreme coldness. She said, "Open your mouth."


    Jeremiah paused for a few seconds, nced at Yvette''s right hand, and reluctantly opened his mouth.


    Yvette then ced the small pill she was holding into his mouth. It melted instantly, leaving a refreshing mint vor-not unpleasant at all.


    Bruce and the others only paused briefly before epting that Yvette had the antidote. After all, she could do anything. Having an antidote for an aphrodisiac was no big deal; nothing was surprising about it.


    Frankie said anxiously, "Yve, hurry and take the medicine. This stuff isn''t a joke-if you don''t take the antidote soon, it could really harm your body." 10:14 Wed, Jan 14 G F


    Sienna finally understood what had happened. She looked at Yvette with a nervous expression and said, "Yve, Frankie is right. You should take the antidote quickly."


    The three of them turned to look at Yvette.


    Yvette raised her eyes to nce at them, her expression unchanged, her voice soft and slow. "There''s only one pill."


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    Upon hearing that, Frankie immediately jumped up from his sent, utterly panicked. He said, "Yve, one pill? That''s not funny! If there''s only one pill and you''ve given it to Jeremiah, what about you?"


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