There was no way Yvonne was going to let him hit her. She threw up an arm to block the blow, but Matthew, as the once-meticulously trained heir to the Gonzalez family, was surprisingly strong. Although she deflected the p, a numbing pain shot through her entire arm. It was clear how much force he had put behind it.


    "If anything happens to Queena, I will make you pay!" Matthew snarled.


    "Good," Yvonne retorted, tilting her chin up defiantly. "Because I have no intention of letting you off the hook either."


    Matthew shot her onest venomous re before racing downstairs.


    "What happened?" Jeffrey asked, drawn in by themotion. He looked around,pletely bewildered.


    "Yvonne... she pushed Queena out the window," Teresa stammered, clutching her chest as if in agony.


    Jeffrey''s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Yvonne in disbelief.


    "Well, what are you all standing around for?" Yvonne sneered. "Aren''t you going to go check if your precious daughter and sister is dead?"


    Ignoring them, she turned back to the vanity to finish drying her hair, but Jeffrey grabbed her arm. His grip was so tight it felt like he was trying to crush her bones.


    "Are you going to tell me this was another one of Queena''s acts to frame you? Yvonne, I know you suffered at your foster parents'' house, and I told you I would make it up to you. But Queena is innocent! Why are you so determined to kill her?"


    “Jeffrey, you really never learn, do you?" Yvonne said with a coldugh.


    Then, in a sudden move, she grabbed the front of his shirt, dragged him to the open doors, and before he could react, pulled him out with her.


    "Jeffrey! Yvonne!" Teresa shrieked, her face ashen. She rushed to the opening and looked down, only to see Yvonne and Jeffrey standing unharmed on thewn below.


    The second floor of the Spencer vi was only about ten feet from the ground. In the summer, thewn and shrubs provided a softnding.


    Jeffrey sat on the grass, stunned and unharmed, taking a moment to process what had just happened. He looked up at Yvonne, who stood over him.


    Her beautiful, fox-like eyes were filled with scorn. "If I really wanted to kill her, I would have thrown her off the roof. Understand now, you idiot?"


    With a final look of disgust, Yvonne turned and walked back into the house. Her hair was still damp and sticking to her back, and it was starting to annoy her.


    She returned to her room, finished drying her hair, and went to bed early. The next morning, however, she was jolted awake by the sound of police sirens.


    "What''s all that noise so early in the morning? Jenny? Jenny?" Yvonne mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes dust then, her bedroom door burst open, and several police officers walked in.


    Yvonne was only wearing a slip dress, and though it wasn''t revealing, the two male officers had the decency to turn and wait outside the door. Two female officers


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    approached the bed and held out a warrant.


    "You''re a suspect in an assault case. Pleasee with us to the station for questioning."


    The sight of the arrest warrant instantly cleared thest remnants of sleep from Yvonne''s mind. As a top student from the police academy, she knew that once a warrant was issued, she had to


    "Officer, could I please change my clothes and freshen up first?" she asked politely.