But hearing the busy tone, she angrily threw her phone across the room.
“Lily, you bitch! I won’t let you get away with this!” Yvonne screamed in despair.
On the coffee table lay a pile of fake money used in Chinese funerals.
Not only had Yvonne been brutally abused, but she had also been tricked and hadn’t received a single cent.
This made her even more frustrated. Yvonne began smashing things around the house.
At that moment, there was a knock at the front door.
Yvonne limped to open it.
As soon as she opened the door, she was slapped by the person outside.
Yvonne fell to the ground.
Several middle–aged women stormed in, looking furious.
“Who… who are you?” Yvonne asked, covering her face in fear.
“You slut, seducing my husband, wrecking my family, and you have the nerve to ask who I am? I’m your worst nightmare!” the lead woman,
built like a tank, looked like someone you wouldn’t want to mess with.
I recognized her; she was Butcher Bill’s wife.
She was known for her fierce temper.
Yvonne also became angry:
“You barge into my home for no reason, I don’t even know you! Get out!”
“The homewrecker is so arrogant. Sisters, teach her a lesson!” Butcher Bill’s wife’s eyes widened as she signaled the other women to surround
Yvonne.
“What… what are you going to do?” Yvonne asked, her voice trembling.
“What are we going to do? We’re going to teach you how to be a decent human being on behalf of your parents!” Another woman, unable to contain herself any longer, slapped Yvonne so hard she saw stars.
Yvonne cried out in pain.
The women showed no mercy, surrounding Yvonne and beating her mercilessly.
Yvonne could only cover her head, begging for mercy while trying to dodge the blows.
In no time, Yvonne’s already battered body was covered in fresh bruises.
Yvonne could do nothing but cry.
When the women had finished beating her, they threw a stack of photos at Yvonne.
“Look at yourself, you slut! See if you dare to seduce other people’s husbands again!” Butcher Bill’s wife, feeling satisfied, gave the barely clothed Yvonne a hard kick before leaving.
After the group left, Yvonne struggled to her feet.
But when she took a closer look at the photos, she let out an even more agonizing scream.
8:56 AM
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These photos were compromising images of Yvonne with various men while she was unconscious.
Only now did she realize that I had known about her scheme from the very beginning.
I had successfully turned her evil plan back on herself.
“Lily! This isn’t over!” Yvonne pounded the floor in rage.
Before she could come after me, our neighborhood chat group exploded with activity.
“Watch out for the slut in Building 13! Young girl with no morals, specializes in seducing men for money!” Butcher Bill’s wife had posted all of Yvonne’s compromising photos in the group chat.
She had only applied a thin layer of censorship, leaving Yvonne’s face clearly recognizable.
Yvonne had always portrayed herself as a classy beauty in the neighborhood, but now that image was completely shattered.
“Whoa, isn’t this the girl from the next unit? I never thought she’d be so wild in private!”
“So exciting, group activities.”
“Wait, doesn’t this girl look unconscious?”
“Don’t worry about it. If she really didn’t want it, why hasn’t she gone to the police?”
When I saw this message, I couldn’t help but laugh.
How could Yvonne go to the police with what she had been doing?
This was a bitter pill that Yvonne would have to swallow on her own.
Moral issues aside, drugging and raping someone is a crime punishable by jail time.
There were also quite a few creepy individuals making lewd comments about Yvonne in the group chat, with many directly asking “how much?” This enraged Yvonne so much that she blacked out and fainted.
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Watching these scenes unfold through the surveillance feed filled me with an intense sense of satisfaction.
The police reporting platform had also responded, saying they would investigate the matter as soon as possible.
I decided to stop thinking about this mess and focus on my work.
Yvonne temporarily disappeared from my life.
Former neighbors secretly told me that Yvonne couldn’t show her face in the neighborhood anymore.
Butcher Bill’s wife and the wives of other men would come to her door every day to hurl insults.
They would even throw garbage and feces at her doorstep.
Unable to bear the humiliation, Yvonne moved out in the middle of the night, not even bothering to collect her deposit.
News of Yvonne’s scandal also reached her company.
She was quickly fired.
Yvonne didn’t even dare to go back to the office for the handover.
No one knew where she had gone.
8:57
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Just when I thought Yvonne had disappeared for good, she reappeared.
