Chapter 33
“Who the hell are you? You trying to steal my man too?” Yvonne slurred, half her words drowned in drink.
“I own this place, ma’am. Now, you've got two choices: walk out on your own, or I'll have you thrown out. Pick
one.”
“Owner? That's how you talk to paying customers? Little girls like you shouldn't play at business-probably
cozying up to smarried man for favors! I've seen your type before. Lettell you, you'll get what's coming
to you. You shameless little tramp!”
Stella wasn’t sure which of her words had hit a nerve, but Yvonne's shrill scream pierced the air, so grating that
Stella’s brow furrowed in irritation.
“Look, your husband cheats and you chere to yell at strangers? Don’t you think you should be talking to him
instead?” Stella’s voice was calm, almost bored.
“What did you say!” Yvonne's shriek cracked, her face turning an ugly shade of green with humiliation as
laughter rippled through the crowd. She glared at Stella
and raised her hand to strike.
Stella barely registered her as a threat; she was just about to deal with Yvonne herself when someone stepped in
front of her, blocking her view. Before she could react, she found herself pulled protectively into Liam's arms.
“You slut! So you've been messing around with this pretty boy all along!” Yvonne's face twisted, her eyes darting
between Stella and Liam as if she could see
something the rest of them couldn't.
“Thanks.” Stella ignored Yvonne's drunken rant, coolly slipping out of Liam’s. embrace. Liam said nothing; his
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtface unreadable, he simply stood behind her like a
silent shield.
Meanwhile, Alessia had quietly slipped out of the private room the moment Yvonne tried to get physical.
“Had enough of your tantrum? You two-toss her out,” Stella sighed, her patience worn paper-thin. If Yvonne said
one more word, Stella would have no problem throwing her out herself
“What do you think you're doing? Get away fromor I'll call the cops for harassment! Back off!”
Stella couldn’t help but laugh. She waved her hand, signaling the security guys to
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stand down. Yvonne, misreading the gesture, thought Stella was scared and only grew bolder.
She turned her attention to Liam, looking him up and down. “Hey, handsome, what's so great about this little
girl? What does she know about pleasing a man? Cwith me-I’ll show you a good time, feed you well, and
you can spend my money however you want. Stick with me, I'll take care of all your needs, body and soul.”
As Yvonne stepped forward, Liam recoiled in disgust, putting even more distance between them. That only
fueled Yvonne's rage.
Without warning, she spun around and smashed her half-empty wine bottle against the table. The sharp crack
startled the room, and Stella shot a quick look to the waiter, who immediately started ushering people out. The
air buzzed with tension and confusion.
“If you've got the nerve for this, why not go hand throw your tantrum there?” Whatever sympathy Stella
had left evaporated. Her face darkened as she cracked her neck and took a deliberate step forward.
Yvonne, wild with drink, didn’t expect Stella to be even crazier than she was. That single step made Yvonne
stumble back, her confidence faltering. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was fear, but her knees buckled and
she lost her balance.
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Before he could say anything, a young woman burst through the crowd, shouting,
“Mom!”
“Lucy! What are you doing here?” The shock had sobered Yvonne up in an instant.
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She shot Alessia a glare that was a perfect mirror of her mother’s.
“Alessia! What are you doing? Let my mom go, now!”
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