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?"

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. I'll handle things

of gratitude, thanking her as they

with a

came from the room again, as if a hurricane had struck. Yvonne kicked the door open, walking in fearlessly. James, already drunk, was willfully destroying the expensive decorations like a demolition crew while his group of

staring at her like a hungry wolf and even drooling. "Fuck... She looks so

letting her entertain guests! This should

Astrid

have you

the room, then walked to the side and

the vase and

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