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    “I’m not letting you off so easily!” Shelly snapped.


    Yvonne ignored the taunt, but Shelly’s frustration only grew. She believed Yvonne wouldn’t dare to escte things. A twisted satisfaction bubbled up inside her. Her eyes shifted to the pot on the table, and a malicious grin slowly spread across her face.


    In a sh, Shelly grabbed the pot and hurled hot coffee at Yvonne.


    “Look out!” Margie shouted, spinning around just in time. Without thinking, she pushed Yvonne out of the way.


    Yvonne whipped around, seeing Shelly’s move. Her fury reached its boiling point.


    She’d put up with enough, but this time, Shelly had crossed the line. Thanks to Margie’s quick action, Yvonne escaped unharmed, but Margie’s hand wasn’t so lucky. It was sshed with scalding coffee, instantly turning red and swollen.


    Yvonne’s patience finally snapped. She pped Shelly hard across the face. “You never know when to quit, do you?”


    Shelly froze, her hand flying to her cheek in shock. “How dare you hit me!”


    “Yeah, I hit you,” Yvonne said, crossing her arms, her gaze dripping with contempt. “You had the nerve to p my face! You’re dead!”


    Furious at Yvonne’s cold stare, Shelly charged forward, trying to grab a handful of Yvonne’s hair.


    Yvonne shoved her back, sending Shelly stumbling.


    “What’s going on here?” Ethan quickly stepped in front of Yvonne, cing himself between her and Shelly, ring at thetter.


    Shelly instantly recognized the tall, handsome figure blocking her path. She quickly covered her face, looking up with a sorrowful expression. “She pushed me.”


    Yvonne let out a sharpugh. She could never pull off Shelly’s act—turning on the tears as soon as a man appeared. Shelly was only ying the victim because she knew there were no cameras, and she could spin her version of events however she wanted.


    Ethan’s voice turned cold, his usual calm reced by amanding edge. “Yvonne would never do something like this without a good reason.”


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    Yvonne was momentarily taken aback by Ethan’s words. She stared at his tall figure standing in front of her, protecting her, and a rush of thankfulness washed over her. She hadn’t imagined that he would ce such trust in her.


    Shelly, overhearing this, looked repulsed and dropped the pretense. She stood up, still hiding her face. “So, you’re Yvonne’s new supporter?”


    “I expect you to show respect to both Yvonne and me. Stop throwing around false usations. If not, Stylist Magazine will cklist you for good,” Ethan said, his usual calm tone turning cold andmanding.


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