NovelStartEarly in the morning, a vibrant red sports car smoothly cto a halt and parked in front of the lounge.
Yvonne emerged from the car, showcasing her elegant and toned legs. She was dressed in a stylish black fishtail gown that highlighted her curvy figure. Her delicate high heels sparkled in the dark, exuding an air of confidence that could captivate any onlooker.
A man promptly emerged from the shadows. “Ms. Smith, he’s still inside. I've been watching him.” Yvonne's eyes were as cold as the moon as she gracefully used her left hand to gather her shiny black hair, effortlessly slipping a silver hairpin with a ruby into place with her right.
Her movements were smooth and alluring, leaving her henchmen completely captivated by her beauty. “You stay here and prepare for whatever happens next.” In the lounge, the flickering shadow gave off a captivating vibe.
Yvonne clenched her teeth as she navigated through the lively crowd, her gaze fixed solely on Drew, who was seated at the edge of the bar.
As she approached him, her heart raced faster, and all the noise around her seemed to fade away as if she had entered a strange, dreamlike world.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYvonne raised her hand to fix her elegantly tousled hair.
Tonight, she was going to kill him by using this hairpin, her most treasured possession.
After a moment, Yvonne stood behind Drew.
Just as her delicate hand was about to touch the man’s shoulder, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and everything around her started spinning! “Ahh!” In an instant, Yvonne found herself being thrown heavily against the table, the sudden pain making it hard for her to catch her breath.
‘What kind of reaction was this?’ He was simply a brute! Drew's rough hand firmly grasped her delicate wrist as his other hand strangled Yvonne's throat, squeezing it tightly.
As a seasoned top-secret agent carrying out missions abroad, he had encountered his fair share of assassination attempts from enemies. His years of living in constant danger had sharpened his instincts to the extent that he wouldn't miss even the smallest movement.
At this moment, Yvonne was pinned down by him. Her face turned red from suffocation, and tears were glistening at the corners of her eyes.
“It... It's you?” Drew was suddenly startled, and his grip began to loosen.
Yvonne gasped heavily, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Sonlookers saw what was happening, but they assumed it was just a couple arguing, so they dared not intervene.
“Wow, this dude might be good-looking, but he’s such an asshole. How dare he publicly assault her?” “Sigh, we should just mind our own business. If they want to fight, let them be. It's none of our concern.” Drew heard the whispers, his expression growing grim.
Yvonne coughed continuously and struggled to speak. “That hurts...” Yvonne tried to get up, but the pain in her back made her unable to stand up straight.
“Sorry, it’s an occupational disease.” Drew wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground.
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She really did resemble Bella a lot. If she wore the sclothes and hairstyle as her, he could easily confuse them at first sight, not to mention Justin.
Drew's eyes suddenly sparkled with a hint of cold light as he tilted her chin upward with his fingertip.
“You and my sister are equally beautiful,” Drew said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Yvonne felt her heart race as she smiled back, her voice quivering slightly. “There must be sdifferences. Who is the prettier one?” Without any hesitation, he replied, “Of course, my sister is prettier.” Yvonne was speechless.
This man... It was tough to figure out if he had a serious case of typical male behavior or an obsession with his sister! But Yvonne was not put off at all by his sincerity and honesty.
“Why are you here?”
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