It was dark, and Yvonne Young was jogging in the courtyard. Seeing Spencer Sullivan approaching, she slowed her pace.
She stopped about two meters away from him.
She took off her headphones, a cold gaze fixed on Spencer Sullivan.
Spencer Sullivan also had a cold expression, "I underestimated you."
Yvonne didn't play dumb, a cruel smile on her lips, "It's best to strike first, right?"
A determined look in her eyes, as if she's unafraid of anything.
Before Spencer could respond, she continued, "Otherwise, the headlines would be full of how I dug up Yoel Young and Yvonne Young's graves because I was abandoned. At that time, Chairman George would sue me in the name of his mother-in-law, and I would end up in jail, right?"
Hearing the words "in jail," Spencer's heart tightened.
He thought of Yvonne.
As he lowered his eyes to look at the face in front of him, identical to Yvonne's, his anger strangely subsided quite a bit.
