At this moment, footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.
Everyone turned to look.
Yvonne Cheney arrived.
She wore a plain cheongsam, her hair neatly tied at the back of her head.
Her eyes flickered upon seeing so many people at the door.
"What's going on? Why are you all blocking here?"
Before she finished speaking, a slap came "smack" down.
"Who allowed you to enter Cora Lowell's room?!"
Tristan Lowell spoke in a low voice.
Yvonne Cheney was slapped to the ground.
Her cheek swelled rapidly, and the searing pain spread to her temple.
She trembled as she covered her face with her hand, her voice shaking.
"I was just... trying to ask her some questions, I didn't touch anything else..."
Tristan Lowell showed no sign of stopping.
He approached step by step.
Lana Lowell swallowed nervously.
She was just about to rush to help her, but Tristan Lowell's gaze nailed her in place.
Fiona Lynch spoke softly.
