?Chapter 388:


    A fit ofughter overtook Yvonne, stronger than before, feeding the dark thrill inside her. Nothing delighted her more than picturing Christina’s perfect life unraveling.


    Soon, the car pulled up in front of a hotel, and the two men carried the “unconscious” Christina into a room, with Yvonne trailing behind.


    “Here’s your reward. Not a word to anyone—am I clear?” Yvonne fixed the two men with a warning stare.


    “Absolutely! We know how to keep our mouths shut,” one of the two men replied without hesitation.


    “Right, right! You can count on us. Not a soul will ever hear about this,” the other hastily stated, shing a fawning grin.


    Yvonne transferred the rest of the payment into their bank ount.


    “If you need our help again, Miss Jones, just let us know,” the two men suggested, eager for future coboration.


    Yvonne responded with an air of superiority. “We’ll see about that. Now leave.”


    “Of course, we’ll take our leave.” The two men hurried out of the room, ted and chattering to themselves.


    Once the door clicked shut, quiet settled over the space—only Yvonne and the “unconscious” Christina remained.


    Yvonne glided toward the bed and perched on its edge, malice flickering in her smile as she tapped Christina’s cheek. “Christina, guess what? Moss will be here soon. I’m sure he’ll make sure you enjoy it.”


    “Christina, how about you enjoy some alone time with Moss?” Yvonne purred with a fake smile. “Starting tonight, you’ll be his woman. And thanks to you, the Jones family’s about to rise up on his name.”


    Yvonne wanted to let out a triumphantugh, but something hit her first—a sudden, nasty cough. It came out of nowhere, hard and rough. Her cheeks turned red, her chest was tight, and she couldn’t catch her breath.


    When the coughing finally eased up, she felt lightheaded as hell. Her whole brain felt shaken up, like someone had knocked her around. She lifted a trembling hand to her forehead, barely staying upright. Her legs were jelly. She stumbled forward like someone drunk. What was going on? Her head was spinning like a carousel, and now she couldn’t even keep her eyes open. Everything in her body screamed for sleep.


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    Before she could even finish that thought, her world went ck. Her knees gave out, and she hit the bed like a rag dollpletely out cold.


    Christina, who had been pretending to be knocked out, immediately sat up the second Yvonne dropped. She stared at Yvonne’s limp body spread across the bed and smirked. “Really, Yvonne? You thought you could scheme against me? Sweetheart, you’re too dumb for this game.”


    Christina got off the bed slowly, her eyes never leaving Yvonne’s knocked-out body. Her look was cold enough to freeze steel. “Three… Two… One…” she whispered like she was counting down a little show.


    And just like clockwork, Yvonne started mumbling, “Hot… It’s so hot…” Yvonne began fumbling at her clothes, wing at them like they were burning her skin. She was practically tearing them off. She felt like she was on fire. Her body couldn’t take it.


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