In an instant, Yvonne felt as if her throat was sealed. She held her breath.

Drew's brows furrowed as he scrutinized the woman's flushed face. A hint of contempt rippled through his heart. 'Should I die in Christopher's hands? Or hers?'

He did not forget that night when Yvonne approached him with ulterior motives and that poisoned brooch hidden in her hair.

How interesting.

She and her boss, Christopher, must have come to a consensus. One of them was playing the bad cop, and the other was playing the good cop.

This must be part of their scheme too. Christopher wanted to use Yvonne to seduce Drew, acting as if she had saved him.

Did they think that Drew was stupid or that he would be seduced by a woman so easily?

Even if Drew were a pervert who thinks with his dick, his desires would have been quelled after seeing her face.

The smile on Drew's face sent a chill down Yvonne's spine. She pursed her lips tightly, her back against the cold metal rack.

made me curious. Who's hands will I die

case, you should

cunning son of a bitch that looks like a

were raised disdainfully. "Let him come.

eyes widened, her mind almost snapping from the tension. Her

first met you in the bar, I saw you get in his

you work for him, I won't do anything to you. You are your own person." A ripple stirred in Yvonne's calm heart, and she

the man's words

you."

his chest as she tried to push him away. "I know my face looks like your sister, but I'm

wore Bella's face to thrive in the business of pleasure and obtain Christopher's favor.

where there's

that so? Then I should stay and see for

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