Fortunately, Yvette's hand touched the ground first and supported the body, so Yvette did not fall.
"You are Lance's wife?"
A slightly aged voice came from above Yvette's head.
Yvette looked up and saw a sixty-year-old woman sitting in the armchair in front of her. The woman's face was cold. She was dressed luxuriously.
Just as Yvette was about to speak, a strong wind blew over.
Bang.
Yvette was slapped viciously on both cheeks.
The woman had slapped Yvette very hard.
Almost instantly, Yvette's cheeks swelled.
"You actually ignored Mrs. Naegele's question. You are so rude!"
Emilie blew on her red hand and said with a sinister smile. She looked at Yvette viciously.
Yvette's eyes were filled with anger. She stood up and wanted to hit Emilie.
But before Yvette could do anything, the servant behind her suddenly lifted her knee and kicked her leg.
