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Chapter 142

Leo was already pissed off, and the moment he saw Yolanda’s face, he instantly lost his cool.

“What did you just say?! Say it again!” Leo snapped.

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He strode toward her, pointed at the back of his car, and barked, “Get this straight, you rear-ended me!”

Yolanda had cout so late because she was planning to visit Megan. She was almost already in bed when

Megan suddenly called her.

She couldn't be bothered to get into it with Leo. After all, he had never liked her anyway.

“How much is it? I'll cover the cost, no need to wait for the cops,” she said.

She even glanced at her phone for the time, clearly in a hurry to leave.

Leo, still fuming from what had happened in the private room, felt his blood boil. He stepped forward and pinned

her against the car.

Yolanda was caught off guard, and before she knew it, he suddenly bit down on her lip, hard.

He kissed her messily, his tongue sliding over the tip of hers, sucking hard.

Then he let her go, his eyes landing on the marks on her neck. “Yolanda, you're such a fucking slut,” he spat.

As soon as he spat out those words, Yolanda smacked him hard across the face.

It matched the slap Xavier gave him earlier, almost like a mirror image.

Leo didn’t even feel the sting, just found it weird inside.

She scrubbed at her lips fiercely. “Are you out of your mind? Maybe try shaking the rocks out of your head and

actually look at me. You'd better think twice about who you're dealing with.”

This was Yolanda-seriously, she was the last person Leo should ever get involved with. Damn, what the hell was

he even doing?

Leo stared at her flushed, angry cheeks, and just like that, all the pent-up frustration inside him melted away.

He let out a cold snort, before stealing another rough kiss from her lips.

‘Fuck, she’s addictively sweet,’ Leo thought.

‘Just like jelly... damn, why does trouble have to taste this good?’ he cursed in his head.

Couldn't stop mouthing off at her, couldn't stop wanting another taste-the more he complained, the more he

couldn’t get enough.

Yolanda shoved him away and knocked lightly on his chest. “You smell like booze. You've been drinking,

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haven't you?”

Leo’s chest jolted from the hit, and he staggered back a few steps.

Yolanda shot him a cautious look, then hurried into her car.

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She had zero interest in fighting with a drunk, especially not the Lawson family’s golden boy-she knew exactly

how pampered Leo was.

Leo stood there as her car disappeared into the distance, swallowed up by the darkness of the night.

When he finally snapped back to his senses and realized what he'd just done, he dragged both hands through his

hair, totally exasperated.

‘What the hell was | thinking? | actually kissed that bitch Yolanda!‘ he cursed inwardly.

‘I kissed her. Of all people... | kissed Yolanda!"

He spat several times onto the ground. “Blegh! Disgusting!” he muttered, roughly scrubbing his mouth with the

back of his hand.

‘I must be out of my damn mind. That witch must've put skind of spell on me!‘ he thought.

He was practically hopping mad, freaking out that Yolanda might go running her mouth about him kissing her.

He couldn't let himself look like a total joke.

‘Like hell I'd ever kiss her on purpose,‘ Leo thought.

By the tYolanda pulled up outside Megan's place, her phone buzzed with a message from Leo.

[If you breathe a word about what just happened, you're dead.]

‘Figures-he’s drunk. Now that he’s sobering up, he suddenly thinks it’s all beneath him, Yolanda thought, rolling

her eyes.

She ignored him completely and just knocked on Megan's door.

Megan opened the door herself; she was white as a sheet, clutching her stomach as if every movement hurt.

“Yolanda, I'm really sorry... | hate putting you through this,” she said, her voice shaking.

Yolanda steadied her by the arm. Megan's bump wasn’t showing yet, but she looked so frail, Yolanda worried she

might faint any second.

“Don’t work yourself up. I'll go look for Greg,” Yolanda assured her.

Greg had gone out to get her slate-night snacks, but he still hadn’t cback, and he wasn’t picking up his

phone either.

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With nowhere else to turn, Megan finally called Yolanda for help.

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She was terrified the debt collectors had cknocking, and now she was afraid Greg might be in real danger.

“Don’t go. Just taketo a hotel, okay? My stomach really hurts, and I'm scared to stay here by myself,” Megan

said, clutching her belly.

She was worried those people might show up for payback.

Yolanda nodded, tossed a couple of Megan's shirts into a bag, and they headed downstairs to the car.

Her fender bender hadn't been serious, but one headlight ended up busted.

Megan looked worried. “You got in a wreck coming over here? God, Yolanda, I'm really sorry.”

With everything that had happened with Greg, she felt like she owed Yolanda big time-she was honestly kind of

ashamed to be reaching out again.

Yolanda hustled her into the car. “It was just a minor bump, already handled. I'll get you to the hotel.”

Megan let out a shaky breath, still pale as ever. “Thanks, Yolanda. | owe you way too much already. I'm not going

to be part of the stuanymore. I'm just going to stay hand take care of the baby, maybe pick up some

online translation gigs. Honestly, | can’t trust Greg to look after the kid anyway.”

Yolanda kept her hands tight on the steering wheel, really wanting to talk ssense into Megan.

Megan had run her own stufor two years, and did a great job with lan. If she kept at it, one day she’d be one

of the big-nagents in the industry.

But instead, she was giving it all up just to have a baby-for a guy like Greg.

Yolanda had managed to get out of a bad marriage herself, and now she could only watch as Megan willingly

jumped in, feeling helpless and frustrated.

But Yolanda couldn't quite find the words. She just took Megan to a nearby hotel, booked her a room, and

pressed the key card into her palm.

“Megan, you know exactly what I'm trying to say. Think it over, okay? If you give up your career, you're just

going to end up like one of those vines blowing around-totally rootless, depending on whoever you're tied to.

And if you don’t even trust Greg to look after your kid, then what are you clinging to this marriage for?” Yolanda

said, her voice gentle but firm.

If you don’t trust your own husband, then why are you still hanging onto this whole mess?

Megan gave a faint, awkward smile, her eyes darting away from Yolanda, unable to look at her straight.

“I know,” Megan mumbled.

Yolanda left it at that and needed to head back to Moonbay Estate.

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She'd booked Megan the presidential suite. As soon as Megan stepped out of the elevator, she ran into Renee

Sinclair.

Renee was all dressed up, carrying a designer bag, looking like she'd just stepped off a runway.

Megan kept her head down, heading straight for her room door, but Renee closed the distance and walked right

up to her.

“] know you. You're that bitch Yolanda’s friend!” Renee sneered.

Renee had been so wrapped up in her new relationship lately that she’d almost forgotten about Yolanda.

But the moment she saw Megan, it instantly set her off-old grudges crushing back and her mood flipped in

an instant.

Megan frowned, not wanting to hear Renee bad-mouthing Yolanda.

“Renee, you should really learn to keep it classy,” Megan replied coolly.

Ever since Renee lost a finger, she'd been real snappy-Blake had to basically kiss up to her every single day just

to keep the peace.

And now, getting roasted by Yolanda’s friend, she snapped, shrieking as she clamped her hand around Megan's

throat.

“Who the hell do you think you are?! You got the nerve to talk back to me? Yolanda’s just a pathetic mutt when

she’s in front of me! If the Sinclair family hadn't bailed her out, the Grant Family would've sold her off like

secondhand trash a million times over!” Renee yelled.

Megan struggled for breath, instinctively smacking at Renee’s hand to break free.

The next thing you know, they were tangled up in a wild catfight. In the chaos, Megan inadvertently tore off

Renee's glove-her mutilated hand was suddenly out in the open for everyone to see.

Renee’s pupils narrowed, a crazed look flashing in her eyes as she suddenly lunged, shoving Megan so hard she

nearly sent her sprawling.

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