At that moment, Yvette saw that Lance's eyes were filled with ruthlessness.
Yvette did not dodge. Instead, she straightened her slender neck in the air and met it head-on.
If enduring his anger could set her free from the marriage, she was willing to do so.
Yvette closed her eyes as Lance extended his hand toward her neck.
But when his hands were about to touch her neck, he paused for a second and then fiercely smashed into the wall behind him.
A loud muffled sound came.
One could imagine how amazing the strength was.
Yvette opened her eyes and saw Lance's perfect side face. The joints on the back of his hand were covered in blood, and he held her shoulders indifferently, not allowing her to move.
"Yvette, are you lying to me? Are you trying to anger me?"
His voice was a little hoarse. His face was gloomy, and his back looked tense.
