Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 64

"Don't even dream about it." Yvonne's expression contorted in anger. This had absolutely nothing to do

with her, yet the fatty dragged her into it.

The fatty flashed a devious grin and raked his eyes over her. "Not a bad figure. Not bad at all. Who

knows how it'll look like once it's naked.” He clicked his tongue. "Little lady, you don't have the final say

here. I advise you to obey quietly. Not a woman I have my eyes on has managed to escape from me."

"Don’t speak such nonsense. She's a granddaughter of the Sue family. We’ll never forgive you for this."

Lydia could not let her daughter be sullied by this fatty at all costs. If the old matriarch of the Sues

found out about this, Yvonne's future would be finished.

"The Sues?" The fatty frowned. They kept talking about the Sues, yet he had zero recollection of the

existence of this family. He asked, "Who the h*ll are the Sues? How great can they be?"

"How are you even living in Cloud City if you don't know of the Sues? She's Yvonne Sue," Ferdinand

said.

The fatty rammed a leg on Ferdinand. "What sh*t are you yapping on about?” he growled. "Bow when

you're talking to me, understand?"

Ferdinand wanted to slap himself. He would not have been beaten if he did not bother to blabber.

The fatty turned his head to look at Yvonne. He did not look the least bit frightened, and was all smiles

instead. "No wonder it caused such a stir three years ago. And you’re such a beauty too! Don't tell me

that your good-for-nothing man is really him?"

The fatty was pointing at Steven. Now, even Flora, with her barbed words and stubbornly foolish heart,

did not dare to say a single word.

"I advise you not to get yourself into trouble, or you’ll regret this," Yvonne said.

"What a mouth you have. I like it. I wonder if you'll be this fierce in bed too. No rush though. I'll give you

time to think about it since I still have a guest to entertain. I'll visit you after I’m done entertaining my

guest." The fatty instructed his lackeys to guard the entrance of the private room before he left.

Steven wanted to make a run for it. He edged the door open, and a hail of fists and kicks assaulted

him.

Flora’s heart ached when she watched that, but she did not dare to allow a single noise to escape her.

"What do we do now? Yvonne, why don’t you call your grandmother? Perhaps she'll be able to settle

this matter as the matriarch of the family," Lydia said to Yvonne, frightened.

Godfrey sighed. The old woman would never interfere i n this matter. Besides, that fatty had zero

regard for the Sues anyway.

"Mom won't help us with this. The fatty doesn't seem like he's a regular thug either,” he said.

"Then what should we do? Let our daughter sleep with that pig?" Lydia glared at her husband.

Yvonne’s eyes were pinned on her cousin. She fumed. I f not for him, she would not have gotten into

this situation in the first place.

Flora noticed that Yvonne was glaring at her son." Yvonne Sue, what are you staring at my son for?"

she barked. "That woman was all dressed up like a sl*t. What does it have to do with my son?"

Steven's temper also rose now that the fatty was not there anymore. "Anyone would think that that

b*tch is a wh*re with a single glance," he said. "I just said a sentence or two to her. Who knew that they

would be s o unreasonable?"

Yvonne felt resigned, a bitter smile on her face. Steven still did not think that he did anything wrong till

now, and his mother was willing to defend him.

"Is that so? Why didn’t you say that earlier? Do you want me to tell him everything once he’s back?"

Yvonne said coldly.

"You..." Steven was speechless as he pointed at Yvonne.

"Don't keep arguing about who's right or wrong. We have to think of a way to solve the problem.

Yvonne, call your grandmother," Lydia urged her.

"Mom, there's no way Grandma would show up for something like this. Don't you know what she's like?

She only has power in the Sue family. She wouldn't offend these people for me.” Yvonne took in a deep

breath before continuing, "The only person who can help me is him."

"Who?" Lydia asked, curious.

"Samuel."

"Samuel Hannigan?" Lydia stared at her daughter, dumbfounded. She squeaked, “Are you crazy?

You're hoping that that good-for-nothing will come save you?"

"Yvonne, just call Harvey then. Maybe he has contacts who can help us." Godfrey filtered through

whatever his daughter said. Samuel? No way. He could not go against the fatty.

"Yvonne, are you trying to humiliate me? Get him over to help me with this. Just tell me if you don't

want to help. Why drag on the embarrassment?” Steven said frostily.

She was so frustrated that she could not say a single word. Steven, that son of a b*tch. Where on earth

did h e get his sense of entitlement from?

"Me? Helping you? I wouldn't give two sh*ts about this if I wasn't dragged along with you,” Yvonne said

while taking out her phone.