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    Yvonne’s screams echoed through the factory, filled with excruciating pain. Her face was contorted with hatred and bitterness, a mask of agony as she clutched her wounded thigh, convulsing on the dusty floor. The sound of her own suffering drowned out Harlee’s words. Yvonne’s only hope was that her powerful ally would arrive soon to turn the tables on Harlee.


    Harlee cast a brief, disinterested nce at the kneeling henchman, then swiftly turned her attention elsewhere. His decision to remain silent was wise.


    Not long after, Simms Ellsworth, an executive from the Sanderson Group and the influential ally Yvonne had mentioned, drove straight into the worn-down factory. Simms had once helped Yvonne secure a spot on the crew, but upon learning of his involvement, Brenton had dismissed him immediately, ensuring that Simms’ reputation was destroyed in the industry. Brenton had made it clear that anyone who employed Simms would be making an enemy of the Sanderson Group.


    Simms, now a pariah, had no hesitation when Yvonne came to him for help with her vendetta. He eagerly agreed and even provided a photograph of Harlee’s back.


    As Simms exited his car, he was nked by two men in ck, who pulled two hooded figures from the vehicle.


    Before Simms had arrived, Harlee had cleverly arranged the incapacitated henchmen behind an old wall and gagged Yvonne with rags. That was why Simms was under the impression that Yvonne had sessfully subdued Harlee.


    However, as Simms scanned the area, confusion crept in. There were no signs of Yvonne. He muttered to himself, “Weren’t we supposed to meet here?” Then, raising his voice, he called out, “Yvonne, I’ve brought the people you asked for. Where are you? Come out quickly, and I’ll hand them over to you. I have a flight to catch!”


    After a tense silence, Yvonne emerged, supported by the henchmen. Simms stood there, bewildered, his shock clear as he stared at Yvonne. What had happened? Why was there a steel pipe sticking out of Yvonne’s thigh?


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    Simms rushed toward her. Upon seeing the bloodied and battered henchmen behind the crumbling wall, his face drained of color. He nearly copsed in shock.


    Before Simms could ask a question, his eyesnded on Harlee, who was casually seated on a stone block. A smug half-smile twisted her lips as she looked down at him, her casual demeanor sending a chill down his spine.


    Simms’s eyes widened, and his face turned ghostly pale. In a hushed tone, he asked Yvonne, “What the hell… What is happening? Didn’t you have people abduct Harlee? Why is she sitting there, unharmed?”


    Yvonne’s heart sank. Seeing Harlee with a steel pipe sticking through her thigh, Simms offered not a word of sympathy, only questioning her. How foolish she had been to think of risking her life for him. What a heartless man he was!


    Yvonne decided to keep the truth from Simms, even if it meant taking him down with her. She would not allow him to escape his fate unscathed.


    “It’s nothing, just a minor mishap. Nothing to worry about,” Yvonne replied nonchntly.


    She then shifted her gaze to the hooded individuals held by the men in ck. Her expression became stern, her eyes cold and filled with a ruthless re. Abruptly, she let out augh, her eyes sparkling maliciously.


    “Harlee, today you will meet your end at my hands!” Hatred consumed Yvonne’s heart as she ignored the pain in her thigh, her focus entirely on making Harlee suffer the way she had.


    Harlee remained motionless, her eyelids slightly raised, and her look turned icy, exuding a chilling, detached murderous intent. A subtle smile curled at the corners of her lips as she cast a rxed nce at Yvonne.


    A cold shiver swept through the abandoned factory.


    Simms, feeling the chill in the air, turned to look at Yvonne, who wasughing with a touch of madness. His brow furrowed, a sense of dread growing within him. He scowled and asked, “Yvonne, didn’t you say everything was set up? Why is she unharmed while you and the others are injured?”


    An ominous unease gripped Simms. A growing suspicion warned him that he might not walk away from this unscathed.


    Yvonne locked eyes with Simms, sensing his growing doubts. She knew she needed to distract him or convince him to stay focused—otherwise, her chance to turn the tables on him would slip away.


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