Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 912

The bonfire party was in full swing, the flames leaping high, casting a warm, bright glow as young men and women danced around it.

Being pregnant, Yvonne naturally didn't join the festivities.

She stood to the side, watching the lively scene with a smile, planning to head back and rest soon.

Jessa Lane, tagging along with Letitia, was letting loose and had had quite a bit to drink.

Stumbling with a wine glass in hand, Jessa accidentally collided with Yvonne.

The red wine in Jessa's glass spilled precisely onto Yvonne's white dress, soaking the front of her chest. Yvonne could feel the cold, sticky liquid seep through her bra and onto her skin.

With the party being on the beach, the sea breeze cut right through her clothes, making Yvonne shiver uncontrollably.

Jessa, looking completely drunk, just grinned. "Oops, sorry. Lost my grip."

Nearly all of the Thompson Group's top executives were present, and many eyes turned to see what was happening.

In such a public setting, Yvonne couldn't argue with a drunk. She just frowned slightly, pulled a few tissues from a box on a nearby table, and began dabbing at the wine stain on her chest without a word.

Letitia, who had been partying with Jessa, couldn't help but chime in. "Jessa didn't do it on purpose, and she already apologized. The least you could do is say 'it's okay.' So rude. Classless is classless. You can put on a pretty dress, but you'll never be royalty."

Yvonne remained silent, still dabbing at the wine on her chest. After she was done, she casually tossed the tissues aside, took a few slow steps toward a nearby table, and then, with a light but firm kick, struck the table leg.

The table wobbled for a moment, and the surface trembled with it.

The champagne tower set up on the table lost its balance, tilted, and then came crashing to the ground with a deafening shatter, spraying glass and liquid everywhere.

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