Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns Novel
Chapter 72

While speaking, Lucas‘ lecherous gaze involuntarily fell upon her.

Not even in the entire Jubilife City could one have found a more beautiful woman than her, let alone in the countryside.

Lucas had long coveted her, yet she was stubbornly opposed to marrying him and refused to give him any ground. When he found out that her impoverished parents‘ had come looking for her, he convinced his family over the phone to throw her out.

All he wanted to do was to leave her with no other option but to come crawling back to him. What he didn’t expect was that his family suddenly became wealthy and moved to Jubilife City.

Lucas had gradually forgotten about that matter. Yet, unexpectedly, Amy and Lynda told him the previous day that they had seen Yvette in Jubilife, and she had even hooked up with a wealthy young man.

At first, he was skeptical. But when he saw her stepping out of a high–end car earlier, he was completely convinced.

“If you had obediently agreed to marry me back then, I wouldn’t have allowed Mom and Lyn to kick you out of the house! You must be kicking yourself now, Yvette. Grovel at my feet, and I might be generous enough to forget your soiled reputation and give you another shot with me!”

When she heard Lucas‘ conceited and nauseating remarks, Yvette’s face hardened even further. “You really think you’re worthy of my begging?”

“Are you looking down on me?” Lucas was incensed.

As he pointed at Yvette, he started yelling, “You’re nothing but a whore who hooked up with wealthy men and bedded them for money! Come on, name your price. I’ll buy you! I’m rolling in dough now, so —

Before Lucas could even finish his sentence, he was viciously kicked to the ground, and three of his ribs were instantly broken by the kick. As a

result, he let out a blood–curdling scream

“Motherfucker! How dare you lay a hand on me!”

“You asked for it!” As soon as she said that, Yvette delivered another brutal kick. A cracking sound echoed as bones fractured, and three more

ribs were broken.

Another blood–curdling scream echoed through the air.

With the excruciating pain overwhelming him, Lucas‘ eyes involuntarily rolled back in his head as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness

With a disdainful snort, Yvette’s slender fingers pinched a silver needle, and she swiftly pierced it into his acupoint to prevent him from fainting

“Consider that a warm–up. You’ll experience the true meaning of suffering now.”

When confronted with her frigid gaze, Lucas felt genuine fear, and his prior confidence crumbled–leaving him utterly humbled.

“Please spare me, Yvette! It’s all my fault, okay? You’ve already shattered my ribs. What else could you possibly want from me?”

“Oh, I simply want your family line to die with you.”

As she said that, Yvette’s voice dripped with key allure, her entire demeanor radiating a palpable chill that sent shivers down one’s spine