They walked over and surrounded Yvonne.


    Yvonne had just finished reapplying her lipstick and casually tossed it back into her purse.


    "Can I help you?" she asked, looking up at the women around her, her beautiful eyes calm and steady.


    "So you''re the slut who''s trying to seduce Mr. Bet Thompson and steal Ynda''s fiancé?" Ynda''s friend lit a cigarette. She was wearing an expensive gown and wless makeup, but the way she smoked made her look like amon thug.


    "Look at her, acting all seductive. Thinks she''s something special just because she knows how to sleep her way to the top. Daring to go after Mr. Thompson... she should take a good look at herself in a puddle of her own piss."


    Another woman added.


    "A woman with no self-awareness like her needs to be taught a lesson. Since she likes getting naked to seduce men, let''s strip her down and post the photos online. Let all the men get a good look at her slutty body."


    Ynda''s friend blew out a puff of smoke and gave a meaningful look to the woman beside her. The woman understood and immediately took out her phone to start recording.


    Yvonne frowned at her, a cold smile ying on her lips. "High school bullying, extended to the real world? When kids make mistakes at school, they might get a chance to change. But you''re all adults, knowingly breaking thew. That has legal consequences."


    Yvonne''s clear, cold gaze swept over them. "If you leave now, I''ll let this go."


    Ynda''s friend and the other women couldn''t help butugh.


    "Oh, listen to her, lecturing us about thew. Should we tell you which way the courthouse doors open?"


    "Ynda is the mayor''s daughter. And you''re trying to lecture us about thew? That''s hrious."


    "Girls, let''s stop wasting time with her. Let''s teach her a lesson today, see if she still dares to seduce other people''s men."


    Ynda''s friend dropped her half-smoked cigarette on the floor and stamped it out. Then she grabbed a handful of Yvonne''s hair and snarled, "You bitch, did you sleep with Mr. Thompson? Tell me!"


    With that, she swung her hand for a p.


    Yvonne instinctively dodged, but the woman''s long fingernails still scratched her cheek, leaving a stinging pain.


    Yvonne had been patient for a long time, waiting for them to make the first move.


    If she had retaliated after a few harmless insults, she wouldn''t have been in the right. But now that they had struck first, it was clearly self-defense.


    Yvonne didn''t hold back. She aimed a powerful kick at the friend''s stomach.


    With a shriek, the woman was sent flying, copsing to the ground in a crumpled heap.


    The other women were stunned.


    The one holding the phone was trembling uncontrobly.


    "Don''t worry, it''s your turn now. And rx, I''m a very considerate person I know you all make a living with. your faces, so I promise not to hit you there."


    Yvonne said slowly, cracking her knuckles. She casually hitched up her inconvenient skirt, then grabbed hair and


    another woman by the harabbed


    mmed her head against the wall.


    The rest didn''t fare any better.


    As a champion martial artist, Yvonne knew exactly how to inflict pain without


    causing fatal or serious injury, leaving her opponents in agony.


    In an instant, the women who had been the loudest and most aggressive were all on the floor, wailing in pain.


    Ynda, who had been waiting outside, finally realized something was wrong and pushed the door open.


    The scene she expected-Yvonne


    beaten and humiliated-was not


    what she found. Instead, her friends were all sprawled on the ground, each one crying more pitifully than thest.