Chapter 863
Yoven furrowed his brows and said, "What's happening here?"
When Yolanda saw that it was her benefactor, she immediately acted coyly.
"It's all because of this clumsy fellow. She almost scalded me."
"Why are you asking her to get you hot water on a hot day?"
Naturally, Yolanda refused to admit she was picking on her assistant. Instead, she said coquettishly, "That's because
I'm on my period; I can't have cold drinks."
Yoven was obviously looking for Yolanda to deal with his problems down there. When he heard she was on her
period, he immediately lost interest," You should get some rest since you're not feeling well. I'll come over some
other day."
Yolanda could not possibly let him leave.
'The second he leaves my place, he'll get into someone else's bed. Everything I use and eat, including all of my
good resources, are all given to me by this fat man. How could I possibly let some other slut keep him company?'
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtshe thought.
She tenderly embraced the man. Then, she suggestively slid her fingers down to his waist.
"I'm unwell, but that doesn't stop me from making you feel good, daddy," she said seductively.
Yoven started to breathe heavily, and his gaze darkened.
Yolanda's assistant took the hint; she left and helped them shut the door. A while later, embarrassing sounds came
from within the room.
After the sounds stopped, the man became physically and mentally happy. His fingers absentmindedly rubbed her
shoulders.
"Who made you angry again to make you pick on your assistant?" he asked.
"Of course it's that bitch, Stella Jewell!"
At the mention of this, Yolanda became angry. She exaggerated the incident on the set, "She fell onto the ground
and spat out blood. Then, she insisted it was because of my slap. I would've admitted if I really had slapped her, but
I didn't even lay a finger on her at all! Now everyone on the team thinks I bully newcomers by using the shoot as an
excuse. I can't clear my name at all. This bitch. She stole my role, and now she's trying to kick me out of the cast."
Yolanda had frequently taken her anger out on cast members and bullied the newcomers on set in the past. She
only hit a wall when her tried-and- tested method was used on Stella. Apart from that, Stella even unexpectedly
turned the situation around. Yolanda could not swallow her discontentment.
As she finished speaking, she hugged the man while begging coquettishly," Daddy, could you help me find someone
to mess with her? I want the bitch to have some setback for her attitude."
"She dares to bully my people?" Yoven felt good after her service, so he was much easier to talk to than usual,
"Send me her photo, and I'll get someone to mess with her."
Yolanda instantly rejoiced. Then, she immediately sent Stella's photo over.
Yoven had seen numerous beautiful women before but was still stunned by Stella's beauty. He greedily stared at the
person in the picture; he thought she was beautiful yet also familiar.
"I feel like I've seen her somewhere before."
Yolanda saw the lecherous gaze in Yoven's eyes and huffed, "You must find every beautiful woman familiar?"
Yoven chuckled as he pinched her butt, ‘Why? Are you jealous?"
"You don't say?" Yolanda smiled and straddled him. Then, her fingers slowly slid downward. She seductively
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwhispered into his ear, "Daddy, if you help me dispose of her, I'll play the game you mentioned last time with you."
Yoven darkened his gaze and cursed.
"You slut."
He continued in a deep voice, "Just you wait."
Then, he immediately got someone to handle the matter. Yolanda smiled. She only felt content after taking
revenge.
At New Water Street of La Ventura, a Maserati stopped in front of the neighborhood at nine twenty-five at night.
La Ventura was an estate that was developed two years ago in the old town district. It was a lower-middle-class
area far from the city, and its price was not high. Most of the house owners were older to middle-aged people and
non-locals.
This was why luxury cars were a rare sight.
After a car pulled over, a beautiful young woman emerged. She stood there and waved her arms. After the
Maserati left, she threw the flowers the man had gifted her into a trash can beside her. Then only did she turn
around to enter the neighborhood.
However, she took only a few steps before a pair of high-beam lights shone behind her. She thought she was
blocking the car's path and hurriedly moved aside.
The car slowly drove over and stopped beside her. Then, the car's window rolled down.
It was a refined-looking man. He asked politely, "Are you Madam Xenia Garcia?"