Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 310

They walked over and surrounded Yvonne.

Yvonne had just finished reapplying her lipstick and casually tossed it back into her purse.

"Can I help you?" she asked, looking up at the women around her, her beautiful eyes calm and steady.

"So you're the slut who's trying to seduce Mr. Bennett Thompson and steal Yolanda's fiancé?" Yolanda's friend lit a cigarette. She was wearing an expensive gown and flawless makeup, but the way she smoked made her look like a common thug.

"Look at her, acting all seductive. Thinks she's something special just because she knows how to sleep her way to the top. Daring to go after Mr. Thompson... she should take a good look at herself in a puddle of her own piss."

Another woman added.

"A woman with no self-awareness like her needs to be taught a lesson. Since she likes getting naked to seduce men, let's strip her down and post the photos online. Let all the men get a good look at her slutty body."

Yolanda's friend blew out a puff of smoke and gave a meaningful look to the woman beside her. The woman understood and immediately took out her phone to start recording.

Yvonne frowned at her, a cold smile playing on her lips. "High school bullying, extended to the real world? When kids make mistakes at school, they might get a chance to change. But you're all adults, knowingly breaking the law. That has legal consequences."

Yvonne's clear, cold gaze swept over them. "If you leave now, I'll let this go."

Yolanda's friend and the other women couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, listen to her, lecturing us about the law. Should we tell you which way the courthouse doors open?"

"Yolanda is the mayor's daughter. And you're trying to lecture us about the law? That's hilarious."

"Girls, let's stop wasting time with her. Let's teach her a lesson today, see if she still dares to seduce other people's men."

Yolanda's friend dropped her half-smoked cigarette on the floor and stamped it out. Then she grabbed a handful of Yvonne's hair and snarled, "You bitch, did you sleep with Mr. Thompson? Tell me!"

"Don't worry, it's your turn now. And relax, I'm a very considerate person. I know you all make a living with your faces, so I promise not to hit you there."

Yvonne said slowly, cracking her knuckles. She casually hitched up her inconvenient skirt, then grabbed another woman by the hair and slammed her head against the wall.

The rest didn't fare any better.

As a champion martial artist, Yvonne knew exactly how to inflict pain without causing fatal or serious injury, leaving her opponents in agony.

In an instant, the women who had been the loudest and most aggressive were all on the floor, wailing in pain.

Yolanda, who had been waiting outside, finally realized something was wrong and pushed the door open.

The scene she expected—Yvonne beaten and humiliated—was not what she found. Instead, her friends were all sprawled on the ground, each one crying more pitifully than the last.