Chapter 357
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Actually, Kurt had managed to drop by for a brief visit while Christina was away from Dylan’s ward.
Christina and Dylan made their way back to the ward once his wound was treated.
Elsewhere, Yvonne had already closed the distance between herself and the lean man.
“What do you want now?” the lean man barked, casting a hostile glare her way. Yvonne didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Don’t you want payback for losing to that woman earlier?”
“And how exactly?” His gaze turned sharp, scanning her from head to toe with suspicion. Was this pale stranger sent by that woman to mess with him?
“You’ve got the transfer records for the money you gave her, right? Report her for blackmail, and she’ll be behind bars in no time,” Yvonne proposed coolly.
For a heartbeat, amusement crept onto his face—but then his smile died. He had a criminal record, and his hands weren’t exactly clean. Contacting law enforcement could easily backfire and land him in a cell himself. His eyes narrowed even more as he studied her. Was she trying to bait him? Even if she wasn’t, it would be suicide to drag the law into this.
“Get lost, you psycho!” he hissed, spitting on the ground before storming past her.
Stunned, Yvonne stood frozen. She had offered him an out, and he called her insane? Still, blowing up wouldn’t serve her purpose. Gritting her teeth, she darted after him, cutting off his path once more. “You’d rather insult me than get even?” she snapped. “Aren’t you furious? Don’t you want to see her rot in jail?”
The lean man let out a humorless laugh. “Do I look stupid to you? Turning her in would drag me down too! Go see a shrink and stop wasting my time!”
She didn’t budge. “What if I pay you to report her?”
He sneered, “Not happening,” and shoved her aside like trash.
“Two million!” Yvonne blurted out before she could even pick herself up.
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The lean man halted mid-step. Two million? That number made him pause. But what if it was a trap? He turned slowly, stepping closer. “You actually have that amount of money?”
Yvonne stared him down. “Obviously.” As the only successor of the Jones family’s business, even in its decline, this wasn’t a huge ask.
“And how do I know you won’t disappear after doing your dirty work?”
“Easy. One million now. The rest after she’s in custody,” Yvonne said as she stood up shakily, her body wracked with coughs.
The lean man flinched and instinctively shielded his face, as though she carried some plague.
His obvious disgust made Yvonne’s blood boil. She coughed harder, rage bubbling just beneath her skin. Who did this lowlife think he was to look down on her? She wanted to tear him apart—but instead, she held back and wired him the first million.
When his phone buzzed, and the digits confirmed her promise, his smirk returned. “Well, since you’re this sincere, I’ll take the job.”
Jail wasn’t unfamiliar territory. He could handle it. Maybe he’d even reclaim the million he lost—and walk out richer. Better yet, he could use this deal to squeeze more from this woman once he was released.
With a few final words, the lean man walked away, smug and satisfied. Yvonne’s expression turned cold, her eyes gleaming with something sinister.
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