In the next instant, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the neck.
Yvonne Cheney screamed but didn't manage to make a sound, as she was already thrown onto the bed, the mattress making a dull noise.
"Forget the study; right here is much better for you to serve me!"
The next day.
Cora Lowell returned from outside, wrapped in a trench coat, collar raised and covering half of her face.
As soon as she entered, she saw Yvonne Cheney and Fiona Lynch sitting side by side on the sofa in the center of the living room.
The air was filled with a faint scent of osmanthus incense.
Yvonne Cheney's face was plastered with smiles, the deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes almost disappearing due to the smile.
Her gaze was gentle, carrying an intentionally crafted kind affection.
