Chapter 8: He Wants Her to Die in Prison_1
Angry shouts echoed throughout the room.
The chubby man dodged slightly, and the glass hit his ear. Otherwise, his head would have been pierced. Wine spilled all over him, and he covered his head with both hands, looking fearfully at Spencer Sullivan, not daring to make a sound.
Excruciatingly embarrassing.
The atmosphere was dead silent, everyone holding their breath as if they were considering every word. They should not have discussed Yvonne Young; they underestimated Spencer Sullivan's hatred towards her.
Yvonne Young looked at the furious man in disbelief, his whole body filled with anger that made people shudder.
Spencer Sullivan turned his head and met Yvonne Young's puzzled gaze. His cold eyes moved away from her, and he strode heavily out of the room.
Once his figure disappeared, everyone finally relaxed. Yvonne Young's gaze followed him out, and she raised her hand to cover her chest.
Her heart was still pounding.
"Remember, never mention that woman named Yvonne Young to Spencer Sullivan again. Back then, he wanted her to die in prison but didn't expect her to come out alive,"
a few men whispered on the sofa, making Yvonne Young's heart convulse. Her arm began to ache severely, the pain stabbing into her heart. She held her breath and ran out the door, her steps stumbling.
"Don't kill her just yet, leave her a breath and torture her slowly."
"Someone doesn't want you to have an easy time, so neither can we."
She had long suspected that her "special treatment" in prison was related to Spencer Sullivan, as he hated her enough to want her dead.
Her whole body trembled, holding her breath until she was nearly suffocating. She ran out of the bar, and the cold night breeze made her eyes sting. The sudden ringing of her phone interrupted her emotions.
She quickly wiped her eyes and pulled out her phone. Seeing the caller ID, a faint smile appeared through her tearful eyes, and the corner of her mouth lifted.
She picked up the phone and put it to her ear, "Baby."
An affectionate nickname, tender and spoiled.
The man who had followed her stopped in his tracks, his gaze peering past the bend of her arm and onto her gentle side profile.
He couldn't even imagine what she would look like when she was tender.
"I'm looking forward to the surprise my baby has for me, of course."
Yvonne Young didn't realize Spencer Sullivan was behind her and chatted without a care to the person on the phone, "Alright, I'll wait patiently."
She was pampering and cooing.
"Mr. Sullivan, why are you here?"
Yvonne Young was startled, turning around suddenly. The tall man had already turned, his imposing back following a middle-aged man into the bar.
She had just...
Yvonne Young lowered her gaze to the phone in her hand, thinking he probably didn't care enough to eavesdrop on her conversations.
Repositioning the phone to her ear, "Baby, hurry up and wash up, eat breakfast. I have something to do."
After exchanging greetings and waiting for the little one to hang up on the other end, she locked her screen.
Then she went back to the bar to change clothes.
When Spencer Sullivan came out of the bar again, Yvonne Young was nowhere to be found. Xander Hugh parked the car on the side of the road, waiting for him as instructed.
"Take that, shape-shifter!"
Suddenly, a small figure darted out from behind a tree holding a plastic toy gun, firing a barrage at Spencer Sullivan.
The gun flashed with colorful lights, very cool, but the coolest thing was the Ultraman mask on his face.
Spencer Sullivan was startled, stopping and staring angrily at the mischievous little boy. The child wore a white sweater with Ultraman printed on the chest, and a red backpack on his back.