The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Yvonne's silver high heels clicked sharply and urgently down the majestic hallway, heading straight to Room S001. "Ms. Yvonne! You're finally here!"

The supervisor and a few hostesses stood at the door, trembling, at a loss of what to do. One of the girls had a bleeding wound on her forehead, blood dripping down her cheek, and the other had a black eye, both heavily injured.

"Scumbag! Such vicious attacks!"

Yvonne was deeply upset and scolded the supervisor sternly. "Why are you just standing around? They are badly injured. Why haven't you sent them to the hospital? What are you waiting for?!"

"Ms. Yvonne, sending them to the hospital is a small thing. Most importantly, we need to get rid of the huge problem inside!"

The supervisor was drenched in sweat. "Mr. James is a VIP, and he is Mr. Christopher's brother. How do we handle this big mess appropriately?!"

"VIP?"

was cold and sharp, getting her teeth furiously. "What kind of VIP is he? He's merely a dog who can't control his lower body! Also, no matter what happens, nothing is as important as our staff's safety. Send them to the hospital for medical treatment immediately.

full of gratitude, thanking her as they

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by the woman's captivating beauty and alluring figure, staring at her

a waste of resources to have such a stunning chick but keep her hidden instead of letting her entertain guests! This should be Pivotage's ace!" James turned around, panting heavily. When

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around the room, then walked to the side

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