Early in the morning, a vibrant red sports car smoothly came to 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. Yvonne 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!"

an instant, Yvonne found herself being thrown heavily against the table, the sudden pain making

of reaction

was simply

delicate wrist as his other hand strangled Yvonne's throat, squeezing it

out missions abroad, he had encountered his fair share of assassination attempts from enemies. His years

turned red from suffocation, and tears were glistening

"It... It's you?"

suddenly startled, and his grip

heavily, and tears

assumed it was just a couple arguing, so they

be good-looking, but he's such an

our own business. If they want to

the whispers,

continuously and struggled to

the pain in her

it's an

his arms around her waist, lifting her off

his lean, strong frame. Their breath mingled warmly, stirring something deep within

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