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?"

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

of gratitude,

left with a sense of

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

figure, staring at

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 he saw

beautiful, but too prickly. After all, that scheming woman had set Charles and Astrid up, almost

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room, then walked to the side and grabbed the

next second, she raised the vase and smashed it at James' feet