Chapter 97

The shocking scene froze Yvonne in place, her ears ringing as if the world had muffled into a distant hum,pierced by raucous cheers.

Slowly, she turned her rigid neck toward the spot where the figure had crashed.

On the villa's second floor, an impeccably dressed crowd gathered, their excitement palpable as someone uncorked a champagne bottle, fueling their wild applause.

Yvonne recoiled in horror, struck by their callousness.

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How could they revel with such joy when a person seemed to have died before their eyes?

Abruptly, the supposedly lifeless figure sprawled on the ground convulsed in agony, jolting Yvonne with shock, though she quickly discerned the person was

still alive.

He labored to lift himself-it was a teenage boy, with slightly wavy, lengthy hair, potentially striking in appearance, though a gash on his forehead,oozing blood,masked his face.

The crimson stream trailed down his cheeks, staining his worn, threadbare garments, giving the deceptive impression of a ghastly, lethal wound that had tricked Yvonne.

"You..." Yvonne stammered, her throat tight with nerves, poised to ask about his state when raucous cheers exploded from the upper floor.

"Check that out! That bastard is tougher than he looks! He is still alive!"

"Mr. Greville, can the party begin now? Is this woman part of the wager?"

Yvonne's eyes narrowed as she stiffly turned to see Vince and his entourage emerging.

Vince's eyes glinted with a sly grin. "This is Andrew's woman. We owe him some courtesy."

The crowd groaned in disappointment.

"However..." Vince continued, sparking their curiosity with a wicked shrug. "This venue is vast, and I can't monitor every corner. With him absent, a little lapse is only natural, don't you think?"

The group roared in approval, their predatory gazes fixed on Yvonne, as if she were prey ripe for the taking.

A voice boomed from the balcony, "Ladies and gentlemen, let the games begin! The highest bidder can take the two lambs home tonight!"

Chaos erupted, leaving Yvonne disoriented. What bids? What did "take the two lambs home" mean?What sort of event was this?

Just then, she noticed the teenage boy beside her tense at the sight of Vince.

With a sudden burst, he lunged at Vince, growling like a vengeful wolf pup consumed by rage. "You monster! You will pay for my sister's death!"

The teenage boy barely got near before a wall of bodyguards halted him mid-stride.

Vince's mouth twisted into a mocking smile as he scoffed, "Kid, let's set the record straight. Your sister sold herself for money. She willingly became a prostitute. How can you pin that on me?"

The teenage boy's eyes blazed with fury, tears spilling uncontrollably as he wailed in anguish."Why?Why wasn't it enough to kill my sister? Why destroy me too? Don't the poor have a right to exist?"

"You're right, the poor have no place in this world!"The smug response came from the haughty guests surrounding them.

With a flick of Vince's hand, the bodyguards seized the teenage boy, dragging him towards the luxurious champagne waterfall.

In a flash, his head was plunged into the gushing liquid. His eyes bulged in panic as he thrashed violently to break free.

The elite guests watched with glee as his struggles weakened, as if death were imminent.

Yvonne's blood ran cold, memories of her own near-drowning in the swimming pool flooding back.

In that moment, a surge of bravery welled within her,and without a second thought, she charged forward,toppling the champagne structure.

Liquor flooded the ground, and the teenage boy gasped faintly, like a fish teetering on the edge of survival.