Chapter 72: Chapter 72

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While speaking, Lucas‘ lecherous gaze involuntarily fell upon her.

Not in the entire Jubilife City could one have found a more beautiful woman than her, let alone in the countryside.

Lucas had long coveted her, yet was stubbornly opposed marrying him refused to him any ground. When he found out that her impoverished parents‘

come looking for her, he convinced his family over the phone to throw her out.

All he wanted to do to leave her with no other option but to come crawling back to him. What he didn’t expect was that his family suddenly became and moved to Jubilife City.

Lucas had gradually forgotten about matter. Yet, unexpectedly, Amy and Lynda told him the previous day that they had seen Yvette in Jubilife, and she had hooked up with a wealthy young man.

At first, he was skeptical. But when he saw her stepping out of a high–end car earlier, he was completely convinced.

“If you had obediently to marry me back then, I wouldn’t have allowed Mom and Lyn to kick you out of the house! You must be kicking yourself now, Yvette. Grovel at my feet, and I might be generous enough to forget soiled reputation and give you another shot with me!”

When heard Lucas‘ conceited and nauseating remarks, Yvette’s face hardened even further. “You really think you’re worthy of my begging?”

“Are you  looking down on me?” Lucas was incensed.

As he pointed at Yvette, he started yelling, You’re nothing but a whore who hooked up with wealthy men bedded them for money! Come on, name your price. I’ll buy you! I’m rolling in dough now, so —

Before Lucas could even finish his sentence, he was viciously kicked to the ground, and three of his ribs were instantly broken by the kick. As a

result, he let out a blood curdling scream

“Motherfucker! How dare you lay a hand on me!”

“You asked for it!”

soon as she said that, Yvette delivered another brutal kick. A cracking sound echoed as bones fractured, and three more

ribs were broken.

Another blood–curdling scream echoed through the air.

With the excruciating pain overwhelming him, Lucas‘ eyes involuntarily rolled back in his head as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness

With a disdainful snort, Yvette’s slender pinched a silver needle, and she swiftly pierced it into his acupoint to prevent him from fainting

that –up. You’ll experience the true meaning of suffering .”

When confronted with her frigid gaze, Lucas felt genuine fear, and his prior confidence crumbled–leaving him utterly humbled.

“Please spare me, Yvette! It’s all my , okay? You’ve already shattered my ribs. What else could you possibly want from me?”

“Oh, I simply your family line to die with you.”

As she said that, Yvette’s voice dripped with key allure, her entire demeanor radiating a palpable chill sent shivers down one’s spine