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    Leif shifted his weight, his fingers brushing the edge of his jacket.


    “Shelly sent someone to lure Mrs. Burke into Alexis and Jillian’s private room. Then she leaked their scandal to the press, making it look like Mrs. Burke exposed Alexis’s affair on purpose.”


    Disgust coiled in Yvonne’s chest. Shelly had always been a snake. She had never trusted that woman.


    Still, Yvonne forced her gaze back to the TV, pretending the news didn’t sting. Norton had always been soft on Shelly, letting her slither away unscathed. Why would this time be any different?


    Norton listened in silence, his expression unreadable.


    Leif’s eyes darted between him and Yvonne, his nerves fraying.


    Atst, Norton leaned forward, his voice low and edged with steel.


    “Expose everyst one of Shelly’s schemes to the public. No holding back.”


    Leif blinked, startled, but Norton pressed on, his fingers clenching the armrest.


    “She ordered Heidi to frame Yvonne, egged Malvina on to spread lies, and showed no remorse. She even misled the Gibson couple to hurt Yvonne.”


    A vein pulsed at Norton’s temple as he rubbed it, his teeth grinding.


    “Make her shameful deeds known to everyone,” he said, his tone icy enough to frost the room.


    Leif nodded, already mentally drafting orders.


    Yvonne’s head snapped toward Norton, her eyes wide. She had braced for another half-hearted scolding, maybe a warning Shelly would ignore. Norton’s leniency…


    Toward that woman had always baffled her, like watching someone pet a viper. Was he actually stepping up this time?


    A faint smile curved her lips, though she wondered if it was all for show.


    Within two days, the inte erupted with damning exposés about Shelly. No PR team swooped in to bury the stories. Social media buzzed with outrage, tearing her reputation to shreds.


    Yvonne scrolled through the posts, a cold amusement flickering in her chest. Shelly was probably tearing her hair out.


    A few dayster, frantic knocking shattered the quiet of Norton’s house. Shelly’s voice, shrill and tear-soaked, pierced through the door.


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    “Please, help me! I’m begging you!”


    Yvonne rose from the sofa, her lips twitching with mischief. She swung the door open, and Shelly barreled inside, her eyes wild, searching for Norton.


    Yvonne leaned against the wall, arms crossed, savoring the chaos.


    “Where’s Norton?” Shelly demanded, her gaze zing with venom as itnded on Yvonne.


    Yvonne shrugged, her yful smirk widening. She flopped back onto the sofa, flicking the TV volume up a notch.


    Shelly’s lip trembled as she bit it, her voice rising.


    “Norton! Please!”


    Heavy footsteps announced Norton’s arrival. He descended the stairs, his face a mask of frost. He sank onto the sofa beside Yvonne, his tone clipped.


    “What’s this about?”


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