When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Hannah was very composed and not ruffled by Yvonne’s attitude. She either did not care about Yvonne, or John no longer has a place in her heart.

Yvonne was upset she did not successfully agitate Hannah. She glared at Hannah. “I know, but it is only a matter of time before I get married to him. He will definitely dote on me more compared to you, and you will disappear from our sights in the future. As for now, I would not allow you to take advantage of him. You are not worthy of him, and you should not reap any gains from the Stovall family.”

Hannah looked at her and all of a sudden, she laughed out loud. “I was wondering why your eyes were on me the whole evening. So this is what you are after!” She took the black card from her purse and placed it in front of Yvonne. “Are you jealous because of this card? If you want it, take it. Stop irritating me.”

Yvonne was infuriated, but she still reached out to take the card. “At least you have some decency. Don’t you dare eye on anything of the Stovall family! Move out of the villa and transfer the deed back to them. You can stop dreaming about driving John’s cars as well. I will not let you have any of them. As for the clothes and jewelry John bought for you previously, you can keep them, as rewards for your time spent on him,” she fumed.

“Haha, Ms. Wilde, you are making decisions on the distribution of the Stovall family’s wealth? Do you think you are Mrs. Stovall?” Hannah mocked her.

“John and I will certainly get married, so I have the right to do this.” Yvonne boasted as she fiddled with the black card.

was standing up to leave, she jibed, “Congratulations then. I hope you

block Hannah’s exit and scoffed, “I don’t need you to give me your good wishes. Since you are aware of my relationship with John, if I were you, I would get out of here

the harsh words

she barked, “Yvonne Wilde, mind your language. I can’t be bothered to get into a dispute with you, but that does not mean you

average-looking, materialistic, and uncouth. He could have married any of the heiress or socialites in K

could step in, Yvonne grabbed Hannah’s arm and roared, “Who are you to tell me off? Don’t you know you are a sl*t? Stop this high and mighty act. You are way more disgusting than I am. I hate show-offs like you!”

off. She grabbed Yvonne’s hand, ducked, and managed

wilds. She was nimble and agile.

for help. I reached the poolside and checked on