The man on the floor was limp and looked like he was dying.
Lance’s nose was bruised, and his face was swollen. He also had multiple wounds on his body.
His injuries were just appalling!
Yvette's whole body began to tremble from the chill. She was flustered and miserable as she kept calling his name.
However, she did not get a response.
For the first time in her life, Yvette felt like her body and soul were separated.
When she saw Lance in pain, she just wished that she could die with Lance.
That kind of pain was like her body was ripped apart. It was something she could never imagine before tonight.
Yvette’s world crumbled overnight.
Seeing Yvette's depressed look, Sean's subordinates obviously felt a little guilty.
Although Sean looked unhappy, he did not look worried or scared.
Sean glanced at his subordinates as if he was saying, “You guys attacked him while I was in the room?”
His subordinates shook their heads quickly and quickly shirked off the responsibility.
“I didn't touch him! He's just too fragile. We only kicked him twice, but he looked like that. He's still alive though. Boss, should we get rid of him?"
They were familiar with such things.
All of them were used to doing things like that and did not value human life.
Sean looked at Yvette, who instantly turned pale when she heard their conversation.
Yvette hugged Lance's head tightly and looked at them with unconcealed hatred in her eyes.
Sean did not hesitate. He looked at the time and went straight to pull Yvette up.
"Let's go. There are still 15 minutes until the New Year. Let's not waste time here."
Yvette stumbled and almost fell because she was dragged by Sean. Her shoulders were also completely exposed.
Sean's subordinates consciously looked away when they saw this.
However, some were brave and blatantly ogled at this unfortunate but beautiful woman with a lewd smile.
Sean's eyes suddenly darkened, and he threw the coat he was holding over Yvette’s shoulders.
"Put this on and follow me."
Yvette's husband was dying, so how could she compromise?
She threw away Sean's coat. A faint smirk surfaced on her pale face, and her eyes were filled with sorrow.
"Get lost! I don't want you! Take my money and get out of my house! Sean Moore, you'll get your retribution one day. If you're so great, why don't you kill me? Even if I die. I'll become a ghost and haunt you for life!”
Yvette no longer compromised, and her eyes were full of hatred.
She hated Sean so much for recklessly breaking into her home and for hurting her and her husband.
He disrupted her perfect life!
Sean stared at her quietly for a few seconds. His eyes were dark, deep, and bottomless.
He did not say much and only glanced at the man closest to Yvette before he lifted his foot and left.
Sean's subordinates understood what Sean wanted and went forward to pull Yvette's arms behind her back and tied her hands up.
They did not care whether she was in pain.
Another person took a few steps forward, picked her up over his shoulders, and walked out.
They did this so smoothly as if they had done it many times before.
Yvette screamed in horror, but her voice only echoed in the air, and no one responded to her.
No one came to rescue her in this closed-off neighborhood.
Any security system did not seem to work against real criminals.
"Sean, you murderer! I won't let you get away with it!"
A man looked at her, sneered, and slapped her skin that was exposed.
He said contemptuously, "Shut up! Our boss isn’t afraid of anything. He won't mistreat you if you make him happy. If you struggle again, I'll make you run around naked!"
Yvette shuddered at his words.
Sean, who was in front, also heard it and paused in his footsteps.
He turned to his side and looked at the man with his dark and cold eyes.
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