<b>Chapter </b><b>61 </b>


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    <b>Ynda </b><b>felt </b>like <b>she </b>had swallowed a bottle of concentrated acid; from her mouth to her throat to her <b>stomach</b>, <b>it </b>all burned fiercely<b>, </b><b>as </b><b>if </b>corroded.


    “<b>I’ll </b><b>settle </b>this with you another day.”


    She tossed out the words and walked <b>away</b>, heading straight to the bar where Vivian had her ident. This bar belonged to the Lawson residence.


    The Lawsons and the Andrade manor didn’t have a good rtionship. They hadn’t obtained the surveince footage yet, as both sides were still at each other’s throats.


    Ynda sighed in relief when she heard that the Andrade manor hadn’t obtained the surveince footage yet, and immediately called Leo.


    “Leo, about thest time I kissed you, I want to apologize. Are you free now?”


    Leo had an older brother, Charles, who was the real one in charge. Leo himself was a carefree young master living off his family, but he was spoiled by everyone at home.


    “You want to apologize to me? Are you healed? You looked like you were bleeding that day.”


    “<b>I </b>can’t sleep without apologizing to you.”


    That made Leo feel relieved. “Alright, I’ll send you my address. Let’s see what tricks you have up your sleeve.”


    The address was Leo’s home. Although Ynda had known him for many years, she had never actually been to his house.


    He had recently moved out of the Lawson residence, invested in several projects that made him money, and with the shares he held in the Lawsons, he could livefortably for the rest of his life.


    Leo had a <b>few </b>friends over at the moment. He waved them off, “Alright, alright, all of you get out. Someone’singter.”


    “Leo got a girlfriend? nning to shake things up? Haha, yeah, we really don’t belong here right now.”


    “Get lost, get lost. What girlfriend? I’m not interested in women.”


    I’d rather y a few more games and have a few more drinks.


    The group leftughing and joking.


    They had just left for about ten minutes when Ynda arrived.


    Leo <b>sat </b>on the sofa like an old man, holding a game controller in one hand and resting the other <b>casually </b>on the sofa. “Apologize<b>. </b>Tell me how you want to do it.”


    That kiss, although just a peck on the cheek, haunted him. He wished he could kill Ynda.


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    Disgusting. That woman and Charles must have done it countless times.


    He didn’t want a rtionship. If he had to have one, it better be with a virgin.


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    Ynda wore a pair of faded whitewashed jeans today, with her shirt tucked in a bit, making her waist look especially slim.


    She had her hair in a high ponytail. Since she’d been recovering in the hospital for the past week, she looked a bit thinner, and her small, delicate face seemed even smaller.


    If you put her among a group of college girls now, no one would suspect she’s already married.


    She always carries that fresh and delicate charm.


    Leozily held the controller, staring at the big screen in front of him. Just as he thought about switching games, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ynda quickly approach, grab his cor, and press her lips to his. She even worried about a photo being taken.


    “Click.”


    He froze, then his cheeks flushed scarlet in an instant.


    “Damn it! Ynda, are you crazy?!”


    “You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!!”


    He rubbed his lips hard, almost making them bleed, his eyes full of shock and fury, his lips trembling with


    anger.


    Ynda stood there, face calm. “Give me the footage from the bar where Vivian had that identst night, or this photo will be sent to Charles’s phone. You’re close with him you don’t want to ruin that brotherly rtionship, right?”


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    Leo’s eyes zed with anger; he had never met such a shameless scoundrel.


    “Alright, you send it! Let’s see if Charles believes you or me.”


    Ynda lowered her eyshes, her fingers tapping on the phone as if texting, while threatening, “You’ve known me for over ten years. If someone told you Ynda forcibly kissed a man, would you believe it?”


    Of course, he wouldn’t believe it.


    Everyone knew over the years that Ynda was as obedient as a bunny.


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