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The raging Yvette saw in her eyes is beyond immeasurable. She's glaring at her, her red lips smirking in an insult while her hand gripped the body of the glass of water as if she would throw a fit once she was at the edge.

Yvette gestured to call the waiter. She ordered wine for herself. The lady gritted her teeth. She tried to compose herself.

"You think Clyde will love you just because you change yourself? Just because you turned yourself into a completely different person because he hated your old self?" she strike and smirked at Yvette.

Yvette lifted her brows. She looked at her like she was the lowest lady she had seen in her entire life.

"Don't put your dirt on me. If you made that to impress him, to get his attention, then I'm not that cheap as you to attract garbage."

Her eyes narrowed with pure anger.

"You..." she chuckled. "Did you just call Clyde garbage? Really?"

"Why? He got the guts to cheat behind my back and you're... the mistress? Really? He should have found som