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    Leo was already pissed off, and the moment he saw Ynda’s face, he instantly lost his cool.


    “What did you just say?! Say it again!” Leo snapped.


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    He strode toward her, pointed at the back of his car, and barked, “Get this straight, you rear–ended me!”


    Ynda hade out sote because she was nning to visit Megan. She was almost already in bed when Megan suddenly called her.


    She couldn’t be bothered to get into it with Leo. After all, he had never liked her anyway.


    “How much is it? I’ll cover the cost, no need to wait for the cops,” she said.


    She even nced at her phone for the time, clearly in a hurry to leave.


    Leo, still fuming from what had happened in the private room, felt his blood boil. He stepped forward and pinned her against the car.


    Ynda was caught off guard, and before she knew it, he suddenly bit down on her lip, hard.


    He kissed her messily, his tongue sliding over the tip of hers, sucking hard.


    Then he let her go, his eyesnding on the marks on her neck. “Ynda, you’re such a fucking slut,” he spat.


    As soon as he spat out those words, Ynda smacked him hard across the face.


    It matched the p Xavier gave him earlier, almost like a mirror image.


    Leo didn’t even feel the sting, just found it weird inside.


    She scrubbed at her lips fiercely. “Are you out of your mind? Maybe try shaking the rocks out of your head and actually look at me. You’d better think twice about who you’re dealing with.”


    This was Ynda–seriously, she was thest person Leo should ever get involved with. Damn, what the hell was he even doing?


    Leo stared at her flushed, angry cheeks, and just like that, all the pent–up frustration inside him melted away.


    He let out a cold snort, before stealing another rough kiss from her lips.


    ‘Fuck, she’s addictively sweet,‘ Leo thought.


    ‘Just like jelly… damn, why does trouble have to taste this good?‘ he cursed in his head.


    Couldn’t stop mouthing off at her, couldn’t stop wanting another taste–the more heined, the more he couldn’t get enough.


    Ynda shoved him away and knocked lightly on his chest. “You smell like booze. You’ve been drinking,


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    Leo’s chest jolted from the hit, and he staggered back a few steps.


    Ynda shot him a cautious look, then hurried into her car.


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    She had zero interest in fighting with a drunk, especially not the Lawson family’s golden boy–she knew exactly how pampered Leo was.


    Leo stood there as her car disappeared into the distance, swallowed up by the darkness of the night.


    When he finally snapped back to his senses and realized what he’d just done, he dragged both hands through his hair, totally exasperated.


    ‘What the hell was I thinking? I actually kissed that bitch Ynda!‘ he cursed inwardly.


    ‘I kissed her. Of all people… I kissed Ynda!‘


    He spat several times onto the ground. “Blegh! Disgusting!” he muttered, roughly scrubbing his mouth with the back of his hand.


    ‘I must be out of my damn mind. That witch must’ve put some kind of spell on me!‘ he thought.


    He was practically hopping mad, freaking out that Ynda might go running her mouth about him kissing her.


    He couldn’t let himself look like a total joke.


    ‘Like hell I’d ever kiss her on purpose,‘ Leo thought.


    By the time Ynda pulled up outside Megan’s ce, her phone buzzed with a message from Leo.


    [If you breathe a word about what just happened, you’re dead.]


    ‘Figures–he’s drunk. Now that he’s sobering up, he suddenly thinks it’s all beneath him, Ynda thought, rolling her eyes.


    She ignored himpletely and just knocked on Megan’s door.


    Megan opened the door herself; she was white as a sheet, clutching her stomach as if every movement hurt.


    “Ynda, I’m really sorry… I hate putting you through this,” she said, her voice shaking.


    Ynda steadied her by the arm. Megan’s bump wasn’t showing yet, but she looked so frail, Ynda worried she might faint any second.


    “Don’t work yourself up. I’ll go look for Greg,” Ynda assured her.


    Greg had gone out to get her somete–night snacks, but he still hadn’te back, and he wasn’t picking up his phone either.


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    With nowhere else to turn, Megan finally called Ynda for help.


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    She was terrified the debt collectors hade knocking, and now she was afraid Greg might be in real danger.


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    She was worried those people might show up for payback.


    Ynda nodded, tossed a couple of Megan’s shirts into a bag, and they headed downstairs to the car.


    Her fender bender hadn’t been serious, but one headlight ended up busted.


    Megan looked worried. “You got in a wrecking over here? God, Ynda, I’m really sorry.”


    With everything that had happened with Greg, she felt like she owed Ynda big time–she was honestly kind of ashamed to be reaching out again.


    Ynda hustled her into the car. “It was just a minor bump, already handled. I’ll get you to the hotel.”


    Megan let out a shaky breath, still pale as ever. “Thanks, Ynda. I owe you way too much already. I’m not going to be part of the studio anymore. I’m just going to stay home and take care of the baby, maybe pick up some online trantion gigs. Honestly, I can’t trust Greg to look after the kid anyway.”


    Ynda kept her hands tight on the steering wheel, really wanting to talk some sense into Megan.


    Megan had run her own studio for two years, and did a great job with Ian. If she kept at it, one day she’d be one of the big–name agents in the industry.


    But instead, she was giving it all up just to have a baby–for a guy like Greg.


    Ynda had managed <i>to </i>get out of a bad marriage herself, and now she could only watch as Megan willingly jumped in, feeling helpless and frustrated.


    But Ynda couldn’t quite find the words. She just took Megan to a nearby hotel, booked her a room, and pressed the key card into her palm.


    “Megan, you know exactly what I’m trying to say. Think it over, okay? If you give up your career, you’re just going to end up like one of those vines blowing around–totally rootless, depending on whoever you’re tied to. And if you don’t even trust Greg to look after your kid, then what are you clinging to this marriage for?” Ynda said, her voice gentle but firm.


    If you don’t trust your own husband, then why are you still hanging onto this whole mess?


    Megan gave a faint, awkward smile, her eyes darting away from Ynda, unable to look at her straight.


    “I know,” Megan mumbled.


    Ynda left it at that and needed to head back to Moonbay Estate.


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    She’d booked Megan the presidential suite. As soon as Megan stepped out of the elevator, she <b>ran </b>into Renee Sinir.


    Renee was all dressed up, carrying a designer bag, looking like she’d just stepped off a runway.


    Megan kept her head down, heading straight for her room door, but Renee closed the distance and walked right up to her.


    “I know you. You’re that bitch Ynda’s friend!” Renee sneered.


    Renee had been so wrapped up in her new rtionshiptely that she’d almost forgotten about Ynda.


    But the moment she saw Megan, it instantly set her off–old grudges came rushing back and her mood flipped in an instant.


    Megan frowned, not wanting to hear Renee bad–mouthing Ynda.


    “Renee, you should really learn to keep it ssy,” Megan replied coolly.


    Ever since Renee lost a finger, she’d been real snappy–ke had to basically kiss up to her every single day just to keep the peace.


    And now, getting roasted by Ynda’s friend, she snapped, shrieking as she mped her hand around Megan’s throat.


    “Who the hell do you think you are?! You got the nerve to talk back to me? Ynda’s just a pathetic mutt when she’s in front of me! If the Sinir family hadn’t bailed her out, the Grant Family would’ve sold her off like secondhand trash a million times over!” Renee yelled.


    Megan struggled for breath, instinctively smacking at Renee’s hand to break free.


    The next thing you know, they were tangled up in a wild catfight. In the chaos, Megan inadvertently tore off Renee’s glove–her mutted hand was suddenly out in the open for everyone to see.


    Renee’s pupils narrowed, a crazed look shing in her eyes as she suddenly lunged, shoving Megan so hard she nearly sent her sprawling.


    “Drop dead!” Renee shrieked.