Yvonne glanced at Stella Lowell, who was standing not far from them, her beautiful eyes full of hatred as she recalled what Lily Shaw had said earlier. "Young Madam, the Lowell Family actually stooped so low as to use such a vicious drug just to control the guests here. That's truly despicable! With schemes this cruel, aren't they afraid of divine retribution?"
"Retribution? Do animals like them look like they're afraid of anything?" Lily Shaw raised her eyebrow at the question, a trace of mockery flitting through her mind. If Yvonne knew that those people wanted to repeat with her the same tragedy that befell Aiden Grant's mother, she wouldn't be talking about retribution right now—she'd be cursing those bastards for being absolute scum.
Yvonne clenched her teeth hard, but she was powerless. She was no naïve little girl. After spending enough time in this circle, she'd become all too familiar with human ugliness and the world's chill.
