Yvette clicked her tongue, her voice laced with lazy sarcasm. âMs. Sutton of the Sutton family, Iâm so terrified.â
The mockery in her tone only intensified Serenaâs rage. She raised her hand to slap Yvette. âYou damn slut, how dare you mock meâ¦â
Just as the slap was about to land on Yvetteâs face, a hand suddenly reached out to stop it.
âSerena Sutton, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?â
Yvette stood idly to the side, her gaze cold. Even without Liamâs intervention, she wouldâve avoided the slap and ensured Serenaâs hand would suffer.
After Liam blocked Serenaâs slap, he immediately flung her hand away with a look of disgust, as if he had touched something filthy.
âI just wanted to teach her a lessonâ¦â
âWho are you to teach her a lesson?â Liamâs anger was palpable. â From now on, stay away from both me and Yvette. I donât want to see you again. Donât bother me anymore!â
Liam, known for his good manners, had remained polite while addressing Serenaâs relentless harassment. However, he couldnât tolerate her coming over to bully Yvette.
âApologize to Yvette right now!â
Liamâs defense of Yvette only fueled Serenaâs jealousy. Her eyes darted toward Yvette with a hateful glare.
âYvette, Iâm sorryâ¦â
The insincerity in Serenaâs apology left Yvette unmoved. She simply turned and began to walk away.
Sheâs too muchâ¦.. I apologized, and he still makes me look bad!â Serenaâs expression darkened further as she turned to Liam with a grievance.
âWho says an apology guarantees forgiveness?â Liamâs cold remark cut through the air as he swiftly turned and chased after Yvette.
Seething with anger, Serena clenched her teeth. She wasnât about to let Yvette, that audacious vixen, get away with this!
âSorry for the trouble,â Liam said earnestly as he caught up with Yvette.
Yvetteâs tone remained indifferent. âIf you keep your distance, I wonât have any trouble.â
Left speechless by her response, Liam could only manage a resigned smile. âI promise this wonât happen again.â
âMm.â Yvette casually nodded. âIâm heading back now. You donât need to follow me.â
âAlright.â
Liam watched until her figure was no longer visible before finally looking away. His eyes were shadowed with regret, and he sighed deeply.
Why hadnât he met her earlier? Had their paths crossed sooner, might there have been even a glimmer of possibility between them?
A familiar black Maybach was parked near the campus gate. As Yvette got into the car, she noticed a new driver in the seat. She blinked and asked, âWhereâs Mr. Jackson?â
Wilson gently patted her head, his tone casual. âHe has other matters to attend to.â.
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âOh.â Yvette replied with a hint of laziness, then asked, âWhat kind of matters does he have?â
Wilsonâs mesmerizing eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous edge creeping into his demeanor. âAre you particularly concerned about him?â
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