Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson)

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Hachel was a notoriously jealous women and would deal with any women around Benedict ruthlessly, Soon, she would arrive with people to each him in the

At that time, not only would Rachel thoroughly panish Yvette, but their affair would also come to light.

Terms like "disgraceful" and "seducing, a married man" will be relentlessly associated with Yvette, making her a scorned figure throughout Jubilife!

Once this scandal broke out, the Murray family would surely sever ties with Yvette, and Wilson would definitely come to loathe her deeply!

Just thinking about it filled Alice with excitement, but she soon furrowed her brow, a unease creeping into her heart.

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Why was there no sound coming from the room? By now, the effects of the anesthetic should have worn off, and Yvette should have woken up. Moreover, Alice had also lit the aphrodisiac candles in the room... The silence felt unsettling!

Alice's unease deepened as she hurriedly pushed open the door and stepped inside.

She had meticulously arranged everything, and she absolutely couldn't allow any mistakes. Today, she had to ruin Yvette's reputation!

But as soon as she entered the room, a pair of delicate hands gripped her throat tightly. Meanwhile, Benedict was lying on the floor, unconscious.

Yvette's hands were beautiful, appearing weak and fragile, yet they held Alice in a grip so strong that no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free. The pressure made it hard for her to breathe, and she was close to suffocating. "How... How could this happen..."

The anesthetic she had forced Yvette to inhale should have left her weak even after waking up. Why did it seem like she wasn't affected at all?

Yvette's icy gaze fell on Alice. A mocking laugh escaped her lips, dripping with sarcasm. "With your little tricks, you think you can scheme against me?"

Alice struggled, unwilling to be defeated. "But you clearly... already inhaled my drug..."

"Do you really think your little drug can take me down?" The derision in Yvette's eyes deepened. "I just wanted to see what you were up to, so I played along with you." Who knew that Alice had such lowly schemes?

What!

Alice's eyes widened in shock and malice. Yvette had never fallen into her trap; instead, she had been toying with her from the start? How dare she play with her like this! "Yv... ette, let me go..." she said, choking with every breath.

She glared venomously at Yvette, but the grip around her neck only tightened, making it harder for her to breathe. If this continued, she would definitely die! "Fine," Yvette lazily replied, almost carelessly tossing Alice to the ground as if she were trash. She took out a handkerchief and meticulously wiped her hands.

Alice coughed violently, greedily gasping for air, looking utterly pathetic.

Yvette leaned against the wall, her long, straight legs casually bent as she drawled, "Does the scent of the aphrodisiac smell good?"

Alice suddenly remembered that she had intentionally lit a large amount of aphrodisiac candles in the room to humiliate Yvette. And she had inhaled it...

Her face turned pale as she tried to escape the room, only to find that her entire body felt weak and she couldn't muster any strength. A tingling emptiness surged through her body. "You brought this on yourself," Yvette said, her eyes showing no emotions.

The effects of the aphrodisiac candles Alice had lit were potent, but unfortunately, it had no effect on Yvette. However, it was particularly effective on an ordinary person like Alice.

"Ah..." As the effects of the aphrodisiac took hold, Alice writhed in discomfort, her resentful gaze fixed on Yvette. "Yvette, I've already ended up like this because of you. What else do you want?" "Nothing." Yvette tilted her head and replied nonchalantly, "I'm just returning the favor."

With that, Yvette flicked her delicate hand, and glimmering silver needles flew out, accurately piercing Benedict, who lay unconscious on the floor.