Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 357

“Then we'll release the video online, so everyone can see how many men this slut has been with,” Oscar said, dropping the nearly finished cigarette butt onto the rough concrete floor and grinding it out with his foot.

“Once her reputation is in tatters, she'll no longer be a threat to Yolanda's position as Mrs. Thompson.”

“Bro, you're so devoted to Yolanda. It's a shame her health is so poor. Mom and Dad would never let you marry her. Sigh.”

Darcy sighed.

“Whether I marry her or not, she's my wife in my heart,” Oscar said, then cast a cold glance at Yvonne, who was still lying on the floor.

“Alright, if you're going to have your fun, do it quickly. Mr. Thompson is a capable man; he'll probably find us soon enough.”

Darcy said, “Why isn't she awake yet? It's no fun like this, it feels like necrophilia.”

Oscar replied, “Then wake her up.”

At Darcy's command, one of his men brought over a bucket of cold water. Getting doused with a full bucket like that would be an unpleasant experience.

So, just before the water could be thrown, Yvonne sat up, her cold gaze fixed on them.

Both Oscar and Darcy were visibly stunned.

“You've been awake all this time? It seems I've underestimated you,” Oscar said with a laugh.

“No, I'm the one who underestimated you, Mr. Rogers. Even as a fugitive, your mind is still filled with such vile thoughts. Is your only way of dealing with women to humiliate their bodies and destroy their honor? It's pathetic and disgusting. The Rogers family was once a respected noble family. How did they produce two degenerates like you?”

Yvonne said mockingly.

Oscar frowned, then sneered, “Quite the sharp tongue. Let's see if you're still this tough when all these men are on top of you.”

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