"Then we''ll release the video online, so everyone can see how many men this slut has been with,” Oscar said, dropping the nearly finished cigarette butt onto the rough concrete floor and grinding it out with his foot.


    "Once her reputation is in tatters, she''ll no longer be a threat to Ynda''s position as Mrs. Thompson."


    "Bro, you''re so devoted to Ynda. It''s a shame her health is so poor. Mom and Dad would never let you marry her. Sigh."


    Darcy sighed.


    "Whether I marry her or not, she''s my wife in my heart," Oscar said, then cast a cold nce at Yvonne, who was still lying on the floor.


    "Alright, if you''re going to have your fun, do it quickly. Mr. Thompson is a capable man; he''ll probably find us soon enough."


    Darcy said, "Why isn''t she awake yet? It''s no fun like this, it feels like necrophilia." Oscar replied, "Then wake her up.”


    At Darcy''smand, one of his men brought over a bucket of cold water. Getting doused with a full bucket like that would be an unpleasant experience.


    So, just before the water could be thrown, Yvonne sat up, her cold gaze fixed on them.


    Both Oscar and Darcy were visibly stunned.


    "You''ve been awake all this time? It seems I''ve underestimated you," Oscar said with augh.


    "No, I''m the one who underestimated you, Mr. Rogers. Even as a fugitive, your mind is still filled with such vile thoughts. Is your only way of dealing with women to humiliate their bodies and destroy their honor? It''s pathetic and disgusting. The Rogers family was once a respected noble family. How did they produce two degenerates like you?"


    Yvonne said mockingly.


    Oscar frowned, then sneered, "Quite the sharp tongue. Let''s see if you''re still this tough when all these men are on top of you."


    With that, Oscar gestured to Darcy.


    Darcy let out a wickedugh. “I''m ? first, nobody better try to cut in. That Bet guy is probably all talk and


    no action. He might not have


    even


    touched this woman yet. I''ll be the


    one to break her in.”


    Darcy strode towards Yvonne, reaching for her, but she sidestepped him.


    "Wait," Yvonne called out.


    "What''s the matter? Got anyst words? Don''t worry, I know my limits. I won''t y you to death," Darcy said with a lecherous grin.


    Yvonne ignored him, looking straight at Oscar instead.


    Oscar


    JUST


    "I''m in your hands now, so I doubt things will end well for me. Oscar can ask you two questions? so I can die with some peace of mind."


    Oscar asked, "What questions?"


    Yvonne replied, “Flora. Did you kill her?”


    Oscar was taken aback. He never expected Yvonne to ask such a question under these circumstances.


    He stood there in silence, subconsciously reaching for his cigarettes and lighter. He tried to light one, but his hand was trembling slightly.


    It had been a long time since he had thought of Flora, but whenever someone mentioned her, her face would inevitably appear in his mind.


    Flora loved to smile. When she smiled, her eyes would curve into crescents, radiating a bright, warm light.


    She was the wife his parents had chosen for him. She came from a good family, an only child who had been cherished by her parents, and had a generous and cheerful. personality.


    Most importantly, she was healthy and could provide the Rogers family with the heir they needed.


    Oscar didn''t love her. They maintained a facade of a loving couple, treating each other with polite respect.