"I'm going crazy? You and Yvette Flack, this little bitch, rolled into bed together, and you're saying I'm the crazy one?" Jenny Green growled through gritted teeth, her voice bordering on hysteria.
Will Mamet looked at the crowd outside the door, his face extremely embarrassed. Yvette, on the floor, gazed at him with deep affection and said weakly, "Will..."
Yvette's eyes were filled with tears, as she sobbed pitifully. "You already allowed me to call you by your name last night. I admit last night was my choice. Although that's not fair to Mrs. Jenny, if you like someone, you have to fight for it, especially after what we did last night..."
Hearing Yvette's soft, weak voice, Will's heart instantly melted, and he looked at her with a full of sympathy, wishing he could embrace her tenderly.
Jenny Green watched the pair's flirtatious exchange, her heart burning with rage. She screamed in a breakdown, "Ahh! Yvette! You slut! How dare you covet my man!"
