Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 291

Karina clearly enjoyed the compliments, though she replied with a modest smile, “Oh, I’m just fated to work hard. Once Bennett gets married, I can finally pass on this burden.”

“Everyone knows Ms. Walker’s health is poor; she won’t be able to manage things. In the future, the Thompson family’s affairs will still fall to you, Mrs. Thompson.”

The two ladies then introduced their own daughters to Karina.

Karina took the two young women by the arm, and they walked away, laughing and talking. Yvonne had already been forgotten.

Yvonne didn’t need Karina’s attention anyway. She found a seat, finished her cake, and had a glass of juice.

Sitting there, Yvonne idly watched the couples on the dance floor. For some reason, her vision began to blur. Her body grew uncontrollably hot, and her breathing became increasingly difficult.

She instinctively clutched her chest and neck, her brow furrowed in pain.

“What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?” A tall figure suddenly appeared before her, blocking the light from overhead.

Yvonne struggled to lift her head, and her eyes met the wicked face of Darcy.

“Ms. Jones, you don’t look so good. Let me help you to a room upstairs to rest,” Darcy said, reaching for Yvonne’s arm.

People were constantly walking past, but Darcy was the second son of the Rogers family, and he was acting like a perfect gentleman. No one suspected his malicious intent.

Yvonne didn’t resist, because she currently lacked the strength to do so.

Having been an undercover agent for years, Yvonne was always extremely cautious. She wouldn’t have been drugged so easily. She was certain this wasn’t a drug, but an allergic reaction.

The commotion finally drew the attention of others. Several people looked over, but uncertain of what had happened, they hesitated to approach.

Darcy remained relatively calm. He kept his hold on Yvonne and explained smoothly, “My apologies, my girlfriend has had too much to drink. I’ll take her home now.”

With that, Darcy bent down to pick Yvonne up, but his arm was suddenly seized. In the next moment, Yvonne was pulled from his grasp and into someone else’s arms.

“Bennett?” Darcy looked at Bennett in disbelief, then at Yvonne, now sheltered in his embrace. He tried to feign composure. “My girlfriend is drunk. I’m taking her to a guest room to rest. No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Thompson.”

Darcy said this and reached for Yvonne again.

However, before his hand could even touch the fabric of her dress, a powerful fist slammed into the side of his face.