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Chapter_181
The tension in the bar was palpable as Sandor and Dee approached Yvette’s booth, their intentions clear but their attempts to mask them with milk in hand. They were both nervous, uncomfortable with how out of place they felt in this scenario. Everyone around them was watching, and the looks they received made it even worse. Why would a beautiful woman come to a bar and order milk? they thought. Their awkwardness didn’t escape the notice of the onlookers, who exchanged glances, quietly amused by the two men’s failure to impress Yvette.
Some of the regulars, who recognized Sandor and Dee, understood what was happening but didn’t dare intervene. They were too intimidated by the Tiger Head Gang’s growing power and their affiliation with Blaze Hall. The two men were a part of something far more dangerous, and anyone who openly acknowledged their criminal activities risked drawing the gang’s ire. It was a sad reality for the city, but most people would rather stay silent than risk becoming targets themselves. Those who noticed Yvette’s beauty pitied her—they knew how easily women like her could be preyed upon.
Dee, never one to shy away from his intentions, broke the silence. “Pretty girl, are you alone? Mind if we join you?”
Yvette, her expression unreadable, rested her chin on her hand. She gave them a quick glance before raising her gaze to meet their eyes. It was a moment of power—her stare, sharp and calculating, immediately unsettled both men.
Then, to their surprise, Yvette smiled. It was a rare smile, one that seemed to freeze time for just a second. It was captivating—almost ethereal—and it left both Sandor and Dee stunned. The men exchanged whispers, both unable to hide their admiration and newfound eagerness.
Yvette caught every word, her sharp ears picking up their quiet mutterings. They had no idea that their lips were betraying them. So these two want to sell me out to Burley, she thought, a slight smirk forming on her lips. Interesting. They’re the first ones to try it.
After their brief conversation, the two men tried again, their approaches now more calculated. Dee attempted to sit closer to her, but Yvette’s indifferent stare was enough to stop him in his tracks.
“Get lost,” she said coldly, her voice unwavering.
The dismissive remark stung, and Dee’s pride flared up. He was embarrassed, but a part of him wanted to retaliate, to break something—anything—to show her that he wouldn’t be ignored. But before he could act on it, Sandor stepped in, quick to defuse the situation. He knew how important it was to maintain control, especially when they were in a position to potentially gain favor with their boss.
“Dee, how can you be rude to such a beautiful woman? I apologize on his behalf,” Sandor said, shooting Dee a warning look.
Reluctantly, Dee followed suit, mumbling an apology. “I’m sorry, miss. I got carried away. I hope you won’t take it to heart.”
Through it all, Yvette remained silent, her eyes never leaving the milk cup in her hands. The tension lingered, making the atmosphere feel heavier by the second.
Around them, a quiet murmur spread. Some of the onlookers couldn’t help but feel uneasy, especially knowing that Sandor and Dee were associated with the Tiger Head Gang—one of the most dangerous factions under the Blaze Hall, which was tied to the Goodman family’s criminal empire. The fact that Yvette, alone in the bar, was facing off with these men made people nervous. Was she just another victim, or did she have something else up her sleeve?
Yvette casually rested her wrist on the table, her gaze flicking down to the tiger insignia on their shirts. Her fingers lightly tapped the rim of her milk cup as she took a slow sip, her face betraying no emotion.
“Are you guys from the Tiger Head Gang?” she asked, her voice calm but sharp.
Sandor and Dee were taken aback. They hadn’t expected her to know about their gang, and now they were questioning whether she was someone to be taken lightly.
Sandor recovered quickly, his curiosity piqued. “Do you know our gang?” he asked, his voice laced with pride.
Yvette turned slightly in her seat, her tone low. “I’ve heard of it.”
The mention of their gang’s name seemed to puff up their chests, and for a brief moment, they felt a sense of accomplishment. They were part of something bigger, something feared.
Dee’s confidence skyrocketed. He plopped down in a chair, keeping his distance but clearly trying to impress her. “Beauty, you’ve heard of the Tiger Head Gang? We’re the top gang under Blaze Hall. Our boss is highly regarded, and we’re his trusted aides. Let’s be friends. If you’re ever in trouble, we’ve got your back.”
Sandor sat on the sofa beside him, nodding along, eager to show off their status.
Yvette remained stoic, her silence only fueling their need to convince her of their worth.
Dee quickly pulled out a small, transparent bag from his pocket. Inside was white powder, glistening under the dim bar lights. They didn’t care about subtlety anymore; the bag was visible, almost flaunting the lawlessness of the bar. To the patrons around them, it wasn’t surprising. This was Mysonna, after all—a city where power, money, and corruption ruled. People could become presidents with enough money, and the law rarely touched those at the top.
“Beauty, want to try this?” Dee said, waving the bag in front of Yvette’s face. “It’s new. Promise you’ll crave more afterward. The first time’s on me. What do you say?”
Sandor chimed in, “Yeah, don’t be so cold! Let’s be friends. If you’re unsatisfied, we’ll make it up to you.”
The men were used to this routine. Their usual victims—naive girls new to the bar scene—would let their guard down, tempted by their offer. They had done this countless times before, and it always worked. The girls would try the drugs, get addicted, and eventually be forced into doing whatever they wanted.
But Yvette didn’t react the way they expected. She remained cool and detached, her expression unreadable. Her fingers tapped on the armrest of the booth, and her sharp gaze flicked to the bag of powder.
“Does Blaze Hall know you’re dealing drugs?” she asked, her voice feigning innocence.
Sandor and Dee froze, stunned by her directness. They hadn’t expected her to mention the drugs so openly, but they quickly brushed it off. Could she be someone who just didn’t care, or was she another party-goer?
Dee quickly tried to cover up, his voice quickening with nervous energy. “Come on, it’s not a drug, just something to make you feel good. Not highly addictive. You can take it or leave it. Don’t worry, we promise. Plus, it’s not expensive. Don’t you want to give it a try?”
Yvette’s unblinking gaze never left the bag. The bystanders, who had been quietly watching, started shaking their heads in silent disapproval. They could see through Dee’s lies—they knew better than to fall for it.
Yvette stared at the bag for a moment, and then, without any further hesitation, she looked up at Dee and Sandor, her lips curling into a cold smile.
“Do you know how Eban died?” she asked.
The question hung in the air, loaded with meaning.
