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    Leif’s silence was answer enough.


    Pressing his long fingers to his temple, Norton exhaled sharply, his headache worsening.


    Yvonne was his inevitable downfall.


    First, she had the audacity to bring a man home.


    Now, she had taken his prized car without a second thought. With her driving skills, the vehicle he had waited an entire year for was as good as wrecked. She was practically begging for consequences. When he returned, she wasn’t getting away with this.


    “Bring her back. Now. And tell everyone at home—there will be consequences.” His voice turned cold. “The car has GPS tracking. Find her location immediately.”


    Leif executed the task swiftly, pinpointing the car’s location and forwarding the address to Norton.


    The moment Brian received the details, he wasted no time and called Samira again.


    “Mr. White…” Every time Samira picked up Brian’s calls, she felt like she was treading on thin ice.


    “They’re definitely drunk. I’ve sent you the address. Take a cab there now and drive them back using Yvonne’s car.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Samira didn’t dare hesitate and immediately set off.


    Just as she reached the entrance, she nearly collided with Trey.


    “What’s the rush?” Trey asked, raising an eyebrow at her anxious expression.


    Samira didn’t bother hiding the truth. “Mr. White just called. He said Rachel and Yvonne are drunk and told me to bring them back.”


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    “Where are they?”


    Trey’s gaze dropped to the address disyed on her phone. Without missing a beat, he said, “I’ll go. That ce attracts a shady crowd. It’s not safe for a group of women to handle this alone.”


    Samira hesitated, realizing he had a point.


    Besides, her driving wasn’t exactly the best.


    Still, since Brian had personally tasked her with it, she cautiously suggested, “How about we go together?”


    Trey’s instincts had been spot on.


    Yvonne and Rachel had indeed found themselves in trouble at the nightclub. Yvonne’s outfit tonight was bold—daring, even. Paired with their striking figures and captivating beauty, the two women had turned heads the moment they walked in.


    With no malepanions in sight, it was only a matter of time before some men took that as an invitation.


    After finishing a dance, Yvonne turned to Rachel, her brows furrowed in confusion.


    “Babe, have you had too much to drink? You keep touching me.”


    Rachel looked just as puzzled. “You must be imagining things. I just went to get some water—I only just got back.”


    The moment Rachel said this, realization struck them both.


    Someone had taken advantage of Yvonne on the dance floor.


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