Chapter 17

Right at that moment, it was Erick and a few of the younger children who wheeled around the corner. There was no sign of Old Lady Brown.

Everything was only a ruse Damon used to frighten the wits out of Yvonne.

"Uncle," Erick greeted Damon.

"Hmm," Damon returned brusquely before muttering, "I need to make a phone call." And he left.

A little girl beside Erick inspected Yvonne. "Is this your girlfriend, Big Brother?" The ten-year-old girl asked him.

That was Marisol Brown, the little daughter of Erick Brown's late second uncle. Her father died suddenly right before her mother delivered her, leaving only a widow and his baby daughter.

Erick heard Marisol's question and cracked a sardonic smile. Maintaining his gaze on Yvonne, he said to the children, "Be careful of her. She's as deadly as a witch, this one."

One of the children, a boy of barely six years who was the son of Erick's aunt gasped, his eyes as wide as saucers, "Is she the Evil Queen in Snow White?"

Erick merely simpered vilely, tacitly assenting to the little boy's remark.

The children gave Yvonne another curious look, and suddenly, they ran like frightened mice.

One of them ran several paces before he circled back gallantly to pull Erick. "Run, Big Brother! She eats human flesh!"

"Ah?! So this is how they joke with children these days?! All right, I'll have a go myself then!"

Yvonne did not move. She squinted her eyes playfully, bent down near the little boy, and grinned wickedly. "And how did you find out that I love to eat the hearts of little children?"

That remark drained every ounce of color from the little boy's face. Abandoning Erick, he scampered off, running away for dear life.

And that left only Yvonne and Erick alone on the corridor when everything settled.

Eyeing her suspiciously, Erick gritted his teeth and hissed, "What were you talking about with my uncle?"

"What's it to you?" Yvonne blinked her eyes indignantly before leaning forward to whisper into his ear. "I told him how handsome I suddenly felt he is and how I intend to dump you for him. I guess my persistence frightened him and he let me go!"

"YOU SHAMELESS WENCH!" Erick glowered with anger blazing in his eyes. His fingers grasped around Yvonne's wrist instantly. "DO YOU EVEN KNOW YOUR PLACE?!"

Damon was but only three years older than Erick, but he was better in all aspects compared to his little nephew that Erick grew up hating to be compared to him.

"Of course I do! Rest assured that I will keep my distance away from him during the year!" Yvonne scowled as she yanked her hand free and sauntered away.

Monday came and Yvonne was just leaving MSRA Labs. She was tasked to collect some information but she needed to go to a horse riding track in the outskirts outside the Emperie City!

Once reaching her destination, Yvonne tapped her phone to make a call to her contact when she glimpsed the familiar silhouette of a person she once knew.

A woman, her slim and sensuous figure completely wrapped inside a crimson riding raiment set, galloped on her horse toward Yvonne.

Yvette Smith!

Yvonne did not expect to see Yvette here.

She could never forget how this evil witch had poured concentrated sulfuric acid on her face. The pain that stabbed through her very body and soul remained an agony that she still vividly remembered even until now!

Yvonne's hands balled into fists. "So, if Yvette is here, that would mean Mitchell's here as well?!"

Her whole body convulsed uncontrollably. The intense hatred now welling inside her chest gnawed through her flesh and blood, filling her completely.

The horse that carried Yvette thundered furiously on the riding track toward Yvonne, slowly getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, the horse gave off a terrified whinny and it bucked and kicked at Yvonne!

Yvonne felt as if her heart was being shoved up her throat. Being very close to the horse, she could see the hoofs of the horse bearing down upon her!

Right before she was injured, a strong unnatural wind swept by her side. Before she knew it, an arm stretched out of nowhere and grabbed her waist.

She felt herself being lifted and she floated and found herself sitting down on the saddle of another horse!

From over her shoulder, she caught another whinny, and next, the terrible screams of a woman in distress!

Still bewildered by what had happened, Yvonne looked back. Yvette and her horse had crashed to the ground, and she looked wretchedly pitiful, especially when her horse scrambled to its feet and landed a few disgraceful kicks into her, much to her screaming protests of anger and pain, before it cantered away.

The steed Yvonne rode wheeled around majestically and proudly galloped away.