Chapter 159
“Oh dear, all I have left is this dress. Do you still want to continue, Mr. Ward?” Yvonne asked, batting her eyelashes coquettishly.
“Continue, continue!” he shouted eagerly.
Yvonne kept shaking the dice cup, round after round, until Mr. Ward was so drunk he was slurring his words.
“High! High! No, wait, low p>
“It’s high. You lose again, Mr. Ward,” Yvonne said with a smile, refilling his glass.
He was practically passed out on the table, but at the sound of her voice, he struggled to lift his head. “Drink, drink!” he mumbled.
Yvonne brought the full glass to him. “Go on, Mr. Ward, drink up p>
He was completely gone, his bloated face flushed, his eyes unfocused.
Yvonne’s smile never wavered. “What’s wrong? Not drinking? Well then, let me help you p>
With that, she flung the entire glass of cold liquor into his face.
Mr. Ward shuddered, his eyes flying open as if he was about to erupt, but he was
too drunk to move. He couldn’t even form a word before he slumped back in his seat, completely unconscious.
Sticky liquor dripped from his face and hair onto his clothes, leaving him a pathetic, sodden mess.
A hush fell over the room. No one was stupid; they all realized Yvonne had been playing him the entire time.
To Mr. Ward’s left sat a young, wealthy heir; to his right, Thomas.
The splashed liquor had inevitably hit them both.
The young heir was about to say something, but Thomas spoke first. “Ms. Jones, you’ve hit an innocent bystander p>
“Oh,” Yvonne replied nonchalantly. “Do you need me to pay for your clothes p>
Thomas didn’t answer, just watched her with a cryptic, half-smiling expression.
When no response came, she ignored him. She picked up her jacket with one hand, grabbed Marina with the other, and turned to leave.
They were stopped at the door by several large bodyguards.
The men in this room were all powerful, and Yvonne couldn’t tell who the guards belonged to But it. didn’t
matter. They weren’t going to stop her.
Without a word, she dispatched them all with a few swift, efficient moves.
The bodyguards, ever diligent, scrambled to their feet to try again, but a lazy, mocking voice stopped them.
“Let her go. You’re just embarrassing yourselves p>
Yvonne glanced back. Thomas was still in his seat, casually swirling his wine. He lifted his glass in a mock toast to her.
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She pulled Marina’s hand and left without looking back.
The room behind them was a den of debauchery, but the hallway outside was quiet.
Marina wrenched her hand away, her eyes wide with panic. “Yvonne, do you have any idea who Mr. Ward is? He’s a major shareholder in the company! Do you know what kind of trouble you’ve just caused p>
“Don’t worry. George won’t dare to do anything to us,” Yvonne said, trying to reassure her.
“You’re the daughter of the Spencer family! No matter how much Chairman Spencer dislikes you, you’re still his daughter. Of course he won’t do anything to you! But have you thought about me? Do you know how hard it is for someone like me to get by? Chairman Spencer promised me the Bloom & Co. endorsement deal if I just got through tonight. You’ve ruined everything p>
The usually gentle Marina was, for the first time, hysterical.