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"Damn it, if you keep your mouth shut, nobody will think you're mute! Get lost and cool off, now! Or I'll smack you!" The young man called Howard Kay Jr. snapped viciously at the seductive woman, a stark contrast to his earlier flirtatious behavior with her. His sudden change of attitude was so abrupt, it left people speechless.
Helen, meanwhile, stood calmly beside Shawn Young, completely unfazed by Howard Kay Jr.'s outburst. She acted as if she hadn't heard a thing, cool and indifferent.
Seeing Helen's icy disregard for Howard Kay Jr., the seductive woman snickered to herself. She swayed her hips and sidled up, saying, "Hehe—Howard, what a shame! Looks like the flower wants the stream, but the stream's got no interest! She’s playing hard to get, acting all high and mighty—But honestly—" She eyed Helen up and down, "That woman looks so slutty, and her boobs are huge. I bet she's a beast in bed! Howard, you must be dying to try this exotic Western flavor! Hehe—"
Helen's face turned cold at those words. Her eyes flashed, and with a swift movement, she was right beside the woman. She raised her hand—"Smack!" A crisp slap landed, sending the seductive woman sprawling to the ground, a clear five-finger mark blooming on her cheek.
"Aah!! Damn you, you foreign bitch, filthy whore, you dare hit me—!! I—I'm not done with you!!" The seductive woman clutched her burning cheek, shrieking at the top of her lungs. She scrambled up from the ground, her hair a mess and her makeup smeared by Helen's slap, looking wild and crazed. As soon as she got up, she screamed and charged at Helen.
Helen's brows shot up in anger. She hadn't expected to run into such a shrew today, someone who just jumped out to pick a fight for no reason. Her temper flared, but before she could react, Howard Kay Jr. had already grabbed the raging woman by the arm and snarled, "Enough! Yvonne Chow, stop embarrassing me, now get lost! I don't want to see you again! If you keep acting crazy, I won't be so nice!"
But after being slapped by Helen and scolded by Howard Kay Jr., Yvonne Chow seemed to lose it completely. Ignoring Howard's words, she shrieked, "Oh!! Nice one, Howie! You sleep with me and now you want me gone? Not so fast! What's so great about this foreign tart? Sure, she's got a pretty face and big boobs, but I've got those too! Is she better in bed than me? Can she blow your flute? Can she lick your little rosebud and make you see stars? Hmph, Howie, tell me, what gives you the right to dump me?! When have you ever been nice to me? It's always this kinky game or that roleplay—I went along with everything! Would she do that? Would she even want to?!"
Yvonne Chow went wild, blurting out all the dirty details of her bedroom antics with Howie, not holding back at all. The crowd started to stare, and even the chubby middle-aged cop standing next to Howie looked like he was dying to laugh but didn't dare, his fat face turning the color of pork liver. Howie's bodyguards behind him also wore strange expressions, some even smirking.
Howie’s face turned green with rage, his handsome features darkening as his eyes bulged and his expression grew icy. But Yvonne Chow just kept going, spilling more and more X-rated stories about their past, way too explicit for kids! She was clearly ready to burn all bridges and go all out.
In less than two minutes, the whole scene had turned into a farcical tug-of-war between Howie and Yvonne Chow, with Helen and Shawn Young caught in the crossfire, reduced to spectators at a live soap opera.
Yvonne Chow showed no signs of stopping—in fact, she got worse, even describing the color of Howie’s pubic hair and how many rings it had. Howie finally snapped, turning to his bodyguards and yelling, "What are you idiots waiting for? I pay you to watch me get humiliated?! Get this crazy woman out of here! I don’t want to see her again! Drag her away, and make sure I never have to look at her again!"
The bodyguards hesitated, then moved to surround Yvonne Chow. But she was completely unhinged, pointing at them and shouting, "Oh, great! You losers! Each and every one of you has been in my bed! You’re like starving animals, never satisfied! You nearly killed me with your appetites, and now you’re acting all high and mighty for Howie? Trying to burn your bridges, huh? Come on, I’m not scared of you! I know your bodies better than your own mothers—how many ribs, how much hair, how big your junk is! You want to bully me? No way!!"
The bodyguards froze, embarrassed, their faces shifting from dark to pale as they desperately wished they could shove a sock in Yvonne Chow’s mouth. This crazy nympho had aired all their dirty laundry—how could they ever show their faces around Howie again? Or anyone, for that matter! They were supposed to be the cool bodyguard squad!
Howie was even more shocked to realize his bodyguards had all slept with Yvonne Chow. Judging by their awkward faces, he knew she was telling the truth. Damn, this woman had made a total fool of him! Yvonne had always been obedient, with a nice face and body, and she was great in bed—Howie had even considered her as a potential wife!
"Wow—amazing, truly amazing! I never thought I'd see such chaos in a country as traditional as China! Guess I've been living under a rock. A bunch of men getting played by one woman, and she’s airing all their secrets in public—how terrifying! Tsk tsk—this is a whole new level, I can’t even compete!" Helen shook her head in awe.
"Hehe—exactly! If I were one of those guys, I’d rather bash my head in with a brick than stick around and be humiliated—" Shawn Young chimed in, fanning the flames.
Howie was livid, shaking all over. He ignored his bodyguards, strode forward, grabbed Yvonne Chow by the hair, and dragged her to the ground. Then he raised his fancy Italian shoes and stomped viciously on her stomach.
"Waaah!! Howie, what are you doing!? Let go of me, you psycho! It hurts—" Yvonne Chow screamed and struggled desperately, but Howie had her hair in a tight grip and she couldn’t break free. She wailed, kicking her legs wildly.
"You slut! You think you can mouth off, humiliate me, and make me look like a fool?! Go to hell!" Howie’s eyes were wild with rage. As he stomped on Yvonne Chow’s stomach, he pressed the lit end of his cigar hard against her neck, sending up a curl of blue smoke.
"Ah!! Ah!! It hurts—it's burning me—Howie, are you trying to kill me?! Let go! Please—let go—I can't take it anymore—" The cigar was scorching hot, leaving a red-black burn on Yvonne Chow’s neck. She kicked and cried, her voice trembling with terror.
"Bitch! You loved screaming so much before, does it feel good now that you’re getting burned?! Huh? Does getting beaten up feel just as great?! Huh?" Howie was truly furious, mercilessly abusing Yvonne Chow.
"Ah! It hurts! My bones are breaking! I—I can't breathe—he's going to kill me—Howard—I'm sorry! Please, let me go! Howard—I know I was wrong—I'm going to die if you keep hitting me! Please stop—" Yvonne Chow was terrified, her arrogance completely beaten out of her by Howie. She could feel he might really kill her, and with his power, he’d get away with it too.