Chapter: 867

Jasmine positioned herself protectively behind Alicia, her stance steady and unwavering.

Alicia turned her head to glance at Yolanda.

Yolanda had never seen Alicia act with such coldness. She stood there, frozen in place, terror filling her eyes.

She instinctively took a step back.

Alicia's voice was soft but menacing. "If you break one of his Limbs, I'll let you walk away."

Yolanda gritted her teeth, unwilling to accept Alicia's proposition.

Noticing her hesitation, Alicia signaled the bodyguard to open the door.

She leaned in and whispered something to Yolanda.

Yolanda's pupils dilated as she looked down at the street.

As expected, she saw the familiar car pulling up.

Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at Alicia. “Are you really going to go through with this?"

Alicia didn't directly answer her. Instead, she asked further, "So, you expect me to overlook this and wait for Caden to handle you upon his return?"

Yolanda paused, a sense of regret washing over her.

She had acted too rashly.

If Alicia could threaten her like this, what might Caden do?

Alicia urged, "Go on, strike him. You have your father's support. It's only Corey; what's the worst he can do to you?"

Yolanda was visibly shaking as she took deep breaths.

She glanced at Corey, who looked back at her with a fierce intent in his eyes, as if he was ready to destroy her.

Alicia smirked, arms crossed. "Showing him mercy now won't spare you later. If you strike Corey, not only will he respect your strength, but he'll also bear the fault for the scandal. When Caden gets back, he'll confront Corey, not you."

By now, Yolanda was faltering.

She picked up the baseball bat and moved towards Corey.

Alicia caught the bodyguards' eyes.

They picked up on her signal.

Just as Yolanda neared Corey, the bodyguards loosened their grip.

Yolanda raised the baseball bat to hit him, but Corey reacted swiftly, seizing her by the throat and pinning her against the wall.

In that moment, Yolanda felt completely powerless, like a bird trapped in the hands of a hunter.

Corey's grip on Yolanda's neck tightened, his face red with fury Mixed emotions of rage and the shame from the previous confrontation overwhelmed him.

He completely lost his composure, his anger reaching a boiling point.

"Do you think you can ruin my hands?"

Blood trickled from Yolanda's head, her eyes were bloodshot, and she struggled for every last breath.