Chapter 18
The door suddenly slammed open, and a tall figure stepped in, casting a long shadow against the harsh light.
As she lay on the floor. Yvonne’s heart skipped a beat. She wondered, That voice is..!
Sergio jumped up, furious. “Who the hell are you? How dare you ruin my mood?”
Then, Lorenzo landed a crushing punch in Sergio’s face, causing him to scream and his head to spin.
You’re using such disgusting tactics against a woman? You’re scum.” Lorenzo’s voice was cold, dripping with disdain, but there was an unmistakable edge of fury underneath.
Yvonne forced her eyes open, and the tall figure of Lorenzo stood before her, backlit by the harsh light. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if this was real or if it was a dream
Just one glance was enough to break down Yvonne’s defenses, tears welling up in her eyes. Someone finally heard my cry for help. Lorenzo e
came to Lave me and pull me out of this hell,’ she thought
For thirty years, Lorenzo had never felt rage this strong. The violent impulses he had always kept in check now erupted uncontrollably. ‘Kill this trash!‘ he growled inwardly. He didn’t even let Sergio speak before landing a brutal, relentless barrage of punches.
“Lorenzo. Yvonne’s voice trembled with fear, cutting through the chaos and pulling Lorenzo back to reality.
Lorenzo tossed the unconscious Sergio aside without a second thought and then strode to Yvonne’s side. He shrugged off his suit jacket, wrapped it gently around her, and scooped her up into his arms. Tl take you to the hospital.”
Yvonne weakly shook her head, too overwhelmed to ask how he had found her.
Outside the door, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed, “Hurry, Yvonnes in there. This time, we’ll catch her red–handed and get the smoking gun on her scandalous behavior!” someone shouted urgently.
Yvonne’s heart clenched. If the reporters come in now and see me
be like this, with my clothes all messed up. I won’t be able to explain a thing, she thought
The dressing room door flung open again. Before anyone could step inside, camera flashes and microphones bombarded the room like an aggressive photo shoot
The
reporters jostled and shoved their way into the dressing room. One of them said. “Yvonne! Can you tell us But when th
they
saw the scene inside, their jaws dropped.
They didn’t see Yvonne, but they spotted Sergio on the floor.
“Hey! Wake up! Who are you? What are you doing here?” a reporter shook Sergio urgently and shouted
The noisy commotion gradually roused Sergio. As his eyes uttered open, he was immediately met with a wall of cameras and microphones, their blinding flashes snapping him back to reality, “1…”
His mind reeled. His carefully laid plan had completely unraveled. He urgently needed a new strategy.
Zane, a reporter who was in on it, exchanged knowing looks with Sergio, signaling that none of the reporters had seen Yvonne.
“Wait Weren’t we supposed to come here for the press interview? V
Where’s Yvonne?” another reporter asked.
Several bewildered reporters couldn’t help but frown
“Well, you are?” Zane shouted, feigning sudden recognition.
He quickly pulled out his phone, searched for something, and found a compromising photo of Yvonne. He held the phone right next to Sergio’s face for comparison
“Look! Isn’t this the pretty boy who got caught with Yvonne at the hotel before?” Zane y laget a glimpse.
yelled, his voice so loud that the staff outside crowded around
Zane gave Sergio a chance to act Flustered, Sergio quickly shielded his face with his hands and protested, “What are you doing? Stop taking pictures of me!”
Spring how lustered Sergio was, the stared reporters immediately pounced, unleashing a barrage of questions.
“Sir, why are yo
you here?
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