Yvette wanted to grab Arielle's hair and hit her head against the wall.
But before Yvette could lay a hand on Arielle, the latter grabbed Yvette's arm instead and pinned her facedown.
Thud! Yvette was forced to kneel.
“Ah!” Yvette let out an ear-splitting scream. “You murderer! How dare you hurt me? Help! Help!”
Before the bodyguards realized it, Arielle had already forced Yvette to get on her knees.
They finally came back to their senses and rushed ahead to save Yvette.
The others started hurling accusations, too. “I can't believe I trusted that vicious woman! Beat
her up! Kill her!”
Suddenly, a voice rang out. "Stop!”
It was a weak voice, but everyone immediately stopped in their tracks and whirled around in disbelief.
Russell, who had been unconscious in his own puddle of blood moments ago, had regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and was trying to sit up.
Yvette was stunned as she blurted out, “Dad?”
After losing so much blood, Dad didn't die? He is still alive?What's going on?
Arielle glanced at Russell and let out a sigh of relief. She immediately released her grip on Yvette.
After regaining freedom, Yvette scurried over to Russell and wailed, “Dad! Dad, you're okay?”
“Why? Do you want something to happen to me?” Russell glared at Yvette. His gaze was no longer gentle and adoring.
Everyone was afraid of dying.
Russell had regained consciousness a while ago, but he couldn't open his eyes yet.
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