Chapter 527:
In Edwin’s mind, Yolanda had earned this. After all, she had an affair with Brendon, Christina’s husband at the time. But in some way, if it weren’t for Yolanda’s shamelessness of messing with a married man, Christina might not have divorced Brendon, and Dylan might not have had a chance to chase after her.
Tears spilled down Yolanda’s face as she nursed her swollen cheek, her gaze darting to Dylan. “Do you think just because you have power and influence, you can bully us like this?”
She figured a vulnerable display seemed like the wisest move. She hoped her tears would soften Dylan’s heart and maybe even stir up his urge to protect her. Most…
Men couldn’t bear to see a woman cry. She felt sure that if she played the part well enough, his protective instincts would be stirred.
As Yolanda delivered her flawless crying performance, she heard Dylan’s voice, cold and devoid of any emotion. “That’s right.”
His tone was flat, but the arrogance in it stung like a slap. Dylan was indeed powerful. And neither Yolanda nor Brendon could fight back.
“You’re so cruel… So merciless!” Yolanda changed her approach, hoping to catch his interest.
“So annoying,” Dylan commented, brushing her off like a speck of dust.
Edwin perked up at that. With force, he slapped Yolanda across the face.
Yolanda gasped, clutching her cheek, tears flowing from both pain and humiliation. She glared at him, full of hate. “You’re just riding on Mr. Scott’s influence!”
Edwin chuckled. “That’s right. At least I can. Can you?” he asked with a smirk.
Yolanda was left speechless. She wished she had someone powerful to rely on, but Brendon was useless. He just sat there, watching her fall apart. If only she had found a way to get close to Dylan instead. But Dylan had never shown the slightest interest in women. Any woman who had made a move on him ended up in ruins. Maybe the rumors were true. Dylan, with all his power, was into men. What a waste. If Dylan were straight, there was no reason he wouldn’t have shown her some compassion.
When Edwin raised his hand again, Yolanda panicked and darted behind Christina. She even shoved Christina forward. “Christina, please! Help me, or they’ll beat me to death!” she begged, her voice trembling.
Christina looked at her coldly. “Why should I? We’re close.”
Yolanda, crying, said, “Christina, I know you’re angry with me, but… but Brendon and I knew each other before you ever entered his life. He and I were even in love before you married him… Even if you’re mad at me, Brendon has been nice to you, hasn’t he? Don’t you love him? How can you stand by while he’s treated like this?”
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Those words hit Dylan like a knife. His body, once relaxed, went rigid. His cold gaze landed on Christina, sharp as ice. He waited—tense, uncertain—for her answer. A storm brewed behind his calm face.
Smack! Christina slapped Yolanda hard.
Yolanda stared in disbelief, her hand on her cheek. Her eyes welled up again. “Y-”
“You hit me too?”
Yolanda inwardly seethed. Christina, this wretched woman, actually just hit her!
“I hit you because I wanted to. Is there a problem?” Christina sneered, gently rubbing her palm.
“Christina, I know you’re angry and want to lash out. Fine. But can’t you help Brendon?” Yolanda sobbed, her words a mock plea on Brendon’s behalf but a calculated attempt to make Christina look cold.
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