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Chapter_283
In the next moment, the entire room fell into stunned silence.
Before anyone could react, Yvette had already grabbed Keira by the arm, lifting her effortlessly with one hand. With a quick motion, she tossed Keira aside as though discarding a rag.
Keira flew through the air and crashed violently into the wall, her knees hitting the ground with a resounding thud that made everyone’s hearts tighten. The sheer force of Yvette’s action sent shockwaves through the room, leaving everyone in disbelief. Yvette moved with such fluidity and speed that it seemed like she had done this countless times before.
Her face, usually calm and composed, was now a mask of hostility. Her lips were set in a firm line, and her eyes had narrowed to cold slits. The political scions in the private room were utterly stunned, their eyes wide as if they could pop out of their sockets.
“Who is this violent maniac?” someone thought in shock.
Samantha, her eyes wide with admiration, thought, Damn, that toss was impressive.
Jeremiah, his gaze deep and calculating, looked at Yvette from behind with a hint of amusement. He pressed his lips together, silently wondering, Have I overestimated her alcohol tolerance?
Keira, now sprawled on the floor, let out a piercing scream that sounded like it could shatter the roof. Her hair was a mess, and her lipstick had smeared across her face, turning her from a pristine model to a wild, deranged woman.
She glared at Yvette with fury and shouted, “You psycho! Who gave you the right to hit me?!”
Yvette, standing in front of Keira, remained calm and unfazed. Her gaze was unfocused as she slowly raised her eyes, the coldness in her expression almost chilling.
She spoke slowly, her voice icy. “Did you say you wanted to die?”
Keira was caught off guard, struck speechless. Her hands trembled as she struggled to form words, stammering, “I-I did say that, but—”
Before she could finish, Yvette cut her off, the words flowing from her lips without hesitation. What’s the point of saying so much? If she wants to die, just help her fulfill her wish and then move on.
Yvette recalled an old saying from Eagle King, “After drinking, I shouldn’t listen to anyone—just help them fulfill their wishes and then go to sleep.”
The room was still in shock as Yvette, without another word, lifted Keira off the ground. With an effortless motion, she formed a fist and delivered a powerful punch straight to Keira’s left eye.
The force was enough to knock out Keira’s contact lens, instantly swelling her eye into a grotesque mess. Keira struggled, her body flailing in an attempt to escape, but it was useless. Yvette held her like a helpless chick in her grasp.
Yvette glanced at Keira’s swollen eye, muttering softly to herself, “No… it’s not symmetrical.”
The onlookers couldn’t believe it. Now’s the time to care about symmetry? one thought, utterly dumbfounded.
Yvette spun Keira around and, without hesitation, delivered another punch, this time to her right eye.
Now, Keira’s face was perfectly symmetrical, both eyes grotesque and swollen. Keira screamed again, her voice wild with pain, her mind unraveling as she realized there was no escape from Yvette’s grip.
No matter how much she thrashed, it was useless. Yvette’s grip was unyielding, and the room was filled with an eerie silence as the political scions huddled together, too afraid to speak. They realized, Yvette is terrifying. She could take down eight of us without breaking a sweat. We can’t afford to upset her.
Keira, now completely terrified, scrambled across the floor, trying to put as much distance between herself and Yvette as possible.
Yvette, her eyes cold and calculating, fixed her gaze on Keira with a faint, almost playful smile.
She thought to herself, Why is this woman begging? I haven’t even fulfilled her wish yet.
With a sudden, cold movement, Yvette grabbed Keira’s throat, her fingers tightening as she looked at her with icy determination. There was a sharp, cracking sound, and Keira’s agonized scream echoed through the room, sending a shiver down everyone’s spine.
Keira’s right hand was snapped, hanging limp at her side. Another sickening crack echoed, and Keira’s left shoulder was dislocated. She rolled on the floor in pain, unable to move.
Yvette released her grip, watching as Keira writhed in agony. The room was paralyzed with fear. Everyone turned their eyes to Yvette, shocked by her ruthless behavior.
But as she stood there, her face oddly calm and even smiling, the others couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of terror and fascination. It was as if she embodied both angel and devil, and somehow, it was captivating.
They unconsciously touched their own arms, feeling a phantom pain as though they had been the ones struck.
The thought passed through their minds: This is terrifying. I want to go home.
Their attention shifted to Jeremiah. In a situation like this, no normal boyfriend would sit back and let his girlfriend act with such violence.
Jeremiah, his expression unchanging, gave the crowd a cool glance. His gaze then sharpened as he spoke in a low, controlled voice, “If this woman dies, I’ll handle the aftermath.”
Everyone in the private room instantly understood that Jeremiah would go to any length to protect and indulge Yvette. His declaration only reinforced the fact that, for all their power, none of them could touch her.
Keira, now completely broken and terrified, realized that her time had come. If she didn’t beg for mercy, Yvette would finish her right here, and no one would bat an eye. She knew that Yvette was beyond human—she was like a devil sent to punish.
In desperation, Keira fell to her knees, crying uncontrollably as she begged, “I’m sorry! I was wrong! I’ll never threaten you again. I’ll leave right now! Please, let me go, Ms. Zeller!”
The sudden reversal of power left everyone stunned. Just moments ago, Keira had been a confident, arrogant model, and now she was nothing more than a pitiful mess on the floor.
Yvette stared down at Keira for a few seconds, her expression unreadable. Her eyes were cold, but there was something almost predatory in the way she watched her.
Her voice was like ice when she spoke, “Do you still want to die?”
Keira’s eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. She knew that if she even dared to nod, Yvette would finish her off on the spot.
“I don’t want to die, Ms. Zeller!” Keira cried out desperately. “I really don’t want to die! Please, let me go.”
Yvette glanced away, her gaze moving across the others in the room, who were all watching her with mixed emotions.
Her expression softened, almost innocent. “She says she doesn’t want to die. Is that right?”
The others, fearing for their own lives, nodded in agreement more eagerly than Keira. “Yes, Ms. Zeller, she said it! She doesn’t want to die!”
“We all heard her!”
No one dared to contradict her, not even in the slightest. The last thing anyone wanted was to provoke the storm that was Yvette.
They all realized that this woman, this force of nature, was unstoppable. And they couldn’t help but think, Who else but Jeremiah could handle a woman like this? A devil on earth, perfectly paired with the Living Reaper.
Joel, completely stunned by what he’d just witnessed, had his mind blown. Is Jeremiah… the one on the bottom in their relationship? The thought flashed through his mind but quickly disappeared.
Jared, unable to contain himself, leaned toward Samantha, his voice barely a whisper. “Samantha, Jeremiah’s girlfriend is even scarier than you.”
Samantha, still processing the shock, nodded with admiration. “She’s definitely tougher than me!”
A part of her, however, felt a strange excitement. “If I were a guy, I’d definitely try to get with her. Imagine the thrill of being with someone like her!”
Yvette turned back to Keira, who was now a broken mess in the corner, her face streaked with tears and smeared makeup. Yvette smiled faintly and said, “I really am a good girl. I just saved a life.”
The words made everyone pause. Saved a life? they thought, How does someone save a life by beating them senseless?
Keira was beyond humiliation at this point. She was broken, her spirit shattered. The trauma would stay with her for life.
Jeremiah, still watching Yvette with a mix of pride and amusement, seemed to finally realize that she was drunk. There was no way she would have said something like that otherwise.
After making her declaration, Yvette turned back to Jeremiah, her face softening into a gentle smile. She walked up to him, placed a hand on his chest, and asked, “Am I a good girl?”
Jeremiah looked at her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. His voice was low and raspy, deliberately teasing. “You’re good. You’re the best.”
Yvette’s smile widened in response, and she thought to herself, *Eagle King says I
