Chapter 186 Descending To The Mortal World Finneganâs words resonated powerfully when he said that.
At the same timé, his expression conveyed a strong sense of determination and seriousness.
It didnât feel like a joke at all.
Yasmine was thus stunned for several seconds.
Snapping back to reality, she was certain she hadnât misheard. Her face instantly turned cold. Unable to contain her anger at being teased, she picked up her wine glass and splashed the wine onto Finneganâs face. âShameless! Youâre unworthy!â
At that moment, Yasmine was clearly really angry.
Her pretty face twisted in displeasure, her chest heaving non-stop due to her anger.
The distinguished Ms. Snape. When has she ever been treated with such frivolity? Even if there were, they would already be dead! Finnegan pulled over a tissue, cheerfully wiping the spilled wine off his face.
Not at all angry, he said, âI used to think that Ms. Snape was like a fairy, high above, devoid of mortal emotions. But now it seems youâre just like everyone else. You also have emotions. Butâ¦â
Pausing, Finnegan flashed a faint smirk. âBefore we came, I warned you that I lack self-control. I might get handsy, or even have some inappropriate thoughts. You said I should make a move if I had the guts!â
Looking straight at Yasmine, the smile became more playful. âI clearly have the guts now. Why does it seem like youâre scared? And besides, it was you who said that any terms could be put forward. Iâm just stating my terms. Is there anything wrong with that?â
Yasmine had never encountered someone as shameless as Finnegan.
She picked up Finneganâs drink as well and exclaimed, âYou shameless rogue!â
But this time around, Finnegan didnât let her succeed.
He rose to his feet, swiftly grasping her hand and taking the wine glass from her to set it down.
Then, with a swift turn, he pulled her down with him onto the nearby couch.
Struggling to breathe under Finneganâs weight, Yasmine hastily shouted, âGet off! Get off me!â
She panicked, and she regretted it. I shouldnât have thought about winning over Finnegan, let alone coming here alone.
Feeling the sensation from Yasmineâs twisting body, Finneganâs smile became somewhat teasing, âMs.
Snape, you have a nice figure.â
Yasmine, unable to maintain her composure, warned, âFinnegan, I urge you not to act recklessly. My status is not something you can afford to offend. Even if you touch a single hair of mine, you will-â
!
Before she could finish her sentence, her red lips were already silenced.
Yasmineâs pupils dilated. Her mind went blank. How dare he lay a hand on me? I am, after all, the young lady of the Snape family! Could it be that he has nothing to lose?
It was unclear how much time had passed.
Perhaps it was a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes, but eventually, Yasmine came to her senses and bit his lip.
Wincing in pain, Finnegan quickly lifted his head, only to find his lip had already split. âMs. Snape, Iâve warned you before. I lack self-control. Shouldnât you be prepared for this? Why are you still resisting?â
Yasmine stared intently at Finnegan, her eyes filled with rage.
But she didnât lose control, nor did she scream and shout.
Her face was terrifyingly cold when she demanded, âLet me go!â
Finnegan said playfully, âI canât bear to do that!â
With a gentle smack, Finnegan planted a kiss on Yasmineâs lips.
Yasmine felt like she was going in She had always been steady and elegant, one to great emotional swings.
But at that moment, she really couldnât hold back anymore. Gritting her teeth, she warned, âFinnegan, Iâm giving you one last chance. Get off me, cure Little Tyrant, and agree to join our circle. Otherwise, I, Yasmine, will never let you off in this lifetime! Moreover, why would benefit for you!â
you do such a thing? Thereâs no Her status was evident, marking her as nobility, untouchable and inviolable.
And for Finnegan to have achieved what he had, he couldnât possibly be a mindless person.
Finnegan couldnât possibly be brainless, yet he offended her again. Yasmine was angry, and at the same time, she couldnât understand why he did that.
Finnegan lightly inhaled the womanâs fragrance, smiling. âWould you believe me if I said I simply canât stand your high and mighty attitude, and I want to tear apart your nobility and pretense?â
It seemed like that was a joke from Finnegan, but that was the truth.
From the moment he first laid eyes on Yasmine, he felt her air of superiority, her aloofness. He had considered bringing her down a peg or two to deflate her arrogance.
Otherwise, he couldnât live up to his reputation of being known for his wickedness.
Yasmine suddenly realized something at this moment. âFinnegan, you agreed to come for dinner, but your real intention was to make fun of me, wasnât it? You never intended to have a serious conversation with me, did you?â
Indeed, the reason Finnegan agreed was not only because he wanted to know why Yasmine sought him out but also because he wanted to tease this noble and irritable princess of the Snape family.
Just as he was about to readily admit it, his phone in his pocket started to ring.
Muttering about the ill-timed call, Finnegan pressed down on Yasmine with one hand while he took out his phone with the other and put it to his ear.
âFinnegan, thereâs been an incident at Dragon Bay No. 1 Villa. Little Tyrant barged in with his crew, injured the people Mandy and I had stationed, and even tied up your parents. Mandy has already rushed over. You better come out quickly!â As soon as the call was answered, Alishaâs anxious voice could be heard.
Finneganâs gaze faltered, his expression instantly contorting into a grimace.
A surge of icy air flooded the room, causing the temperature within the entire private room to drop.
As she was close by, Yasmine also heard the content of the phone call, and her face drastically changed. âFinnegan, Little Tyrant is still a child, heâs justââ
Slap!
Before Yasmine could finish her sentence, Finnegan casually slapped her across the face.
With that, he rose to his feet, kicking out with one leg.
The dining table suddenly shattered, with various dishes and delicacies falling to the ground.
Finnegan walked straight over and said, âA âA child? If anyone harms my parents, even a three-year-old will have to die!â
Only after Finnegan had left d: âdâ, â
senses.
Yasmine, who had been slapped for the first time in her life, come to her She was furious that Finnegan had dared to hit her, and she knew that big uble was brewing.
She quickly dialed Brutus and said to him, âNo matter what youâre busy with, rush to Dragon Bay No. 1 Villa immediately. Little Tyrant has attacked Finneganâs parents, and Finnegan is rushing back now.
Judging by his attitude toward Vilmar and Solomon, Little Tyrant is undoubtedly doomed.â
After saying everything in one breath, Yasmine couldnât care less about the pain on her face, nor the embarrassment and anger she just felt from Finneganâs frivolous behavior.
Swiftly exiting the private room, she headed to the dressing room to change clothes. After changing and settling the bill for damages, she stepped out of Clearwater just in time to see Finnegan getting into Alishaâs car.
âFinnegan!â
Finnegan didnât respond. He closed the car door and waved his hand lightly. âIâm only giving you fifteen minutes.â
Alishaâs face subtly changed. Itâs rush hour now. It might take at least half an hour to get back to Dragon Bay.
Feeling the rage and murderous aura emanating from Finnegan, Alisha gritted her teeth and stepped on the gas, accelerating the car into a mad dash.
Yasmineâs face had turned a bit pale. She quickly ran to the parking lot and got into her car. She then III dialed Stephenâs number. âStephen, could you please ask your uncle or your grandfather to intervene Otherwise, Little Tyrant is doomed!â
At that moment, Stephen had just finished his work and was preparing to go home.
Upon hearing that, he curiously asked, âWhat happened?â
While keeping pace with the car, Yasmine briefly explained the situation.
Upon learning of the situation, Stephen couldnât help but curse. âYou bunch of b*stards! You really shouldnât have left Durbaine. Youâre all a bunch of troublemakers. Call my grandpa yourself. This matter wonât be resolved unless my grandpa steps in!â