After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 166 Take Advantage

Chapter 166 Take Advantage

"No!" Yvette's voice cracked as she fumed, struggling to get the words out.

"No?" Isabel asked, narrowing her eyes. "Then what happened?"

Yvette let out an exasperated breath. "You don't get it! Max-he actually hugged me from behind, right in front of my parents, and-did stuff to me!" She was almost shouting now. Isabel blinked. "He hugged you from behind and did ... what exactly?"

She couldn't help the images that flashed through her mind.

Isabel was confused about whether to laugh or be concerned, as Yvette seemed to be talking about something serious.

"He kissed me! On the ear! Can you believe that?!" Yvette threw her pillow down in frustration.

"Wait, so just the ear?" Isabel asked, a little puzzled, feeling a bit awkward. She'd expected something worse.

"Just the ear?" Yvette huffed. "That's crossing a line, Isabel! I could barely keep my cool!"

Just thinking about it filled her with righteous rage and embarrassment.

"Did you just let him do it?" Isabel asked, leaning in a little, curious.

"What was I supposed to do? My parents were right outside, watching us! If I pushed him away, they'd know something was up!"

Isabel nodded, realizing what was really going on. "Ah, so he was kind of helping you with the act."

"Helping? Not like that! He even put his hand on my stomach! I nearly had a heart attack. Then he had the nerve to say, I was getting fat!" Yvette's voice was full of disbelief. There was something she didn't tell Isabel. Max did not just touch her stomach. He also measured her chest.

"Huh, nearly a B cup," he said.

"You were definitely smaller."

She almost bit him.

Isabel chuckled, though she could hear the tension in Yvette's voice. "Okay, okay, just breathe. You're a mom now. You can't be letting stuff like this get to you And if you do, well, I'll have to have a little talk with you about my goddaughters!" "Isabel!"

you're pregnant. And remember, Max helped you before. Now, you're upset because of what happened? Let it go. Why don't we go somewhere quiet and talk? You need to unwind."

to a bar!" Yvette snapped, her mood dark. The only thing she could think of to make her

pregnant. You're not going to a bar. No way," Isabel answered, firm and resolute. "We'll find

a juice and sit at the bar

places is too much. You need calm. Quiet. Especially now, Isabel countered, still trying to steer her away

silent for a moment. Yvette's voice, when it returned, was tinged

changed. You're not the same person who used to

for a

Yvette too well. If she didn't go, Yvette would just head there on her own. At least if she went with her, she could keep an eye on

at the counter. She ordered a juice, the cool glass a small comfort in her hands. The music blared in the background, and she watched the crowd moving on the dance floor. Slowly, the weight on her chest started to lift. She rested

settle into the moment, a well-dressed

Rachel looked her up and

are you? What do you want? I

she got. If someone was friendly, she

her a

guess it makes sense she'd

immediately understood. Rachel wasn't mad at her. She was mad

was her enemy, so

up, her arms crossed tight. "Ha! The one

just say?" Rachel's face turned red with

your ears?" Yvette shot back. "I don't even know

down from a fight, always keeping her cool, never needing to throw out cheap

sputtered, too angry to

pulled on her arm. "Rachel, don't waste your breath. Just throw money at her.

pulling out a card. "Here. There's 75,000 on

were just regular folks, earning barely 1,500 a month together. If they went without spending for a year, they might manage to save a little over a fifteen grand.

Yvette asked, eyeing the

take it. You don't have to do anything except cut ties with Isabel. Tell Xan that Isabel's a manipulator. She only waited at the city hall to set him up. Everything was part of her plan.

For most

sure Yvette would take

Without a second thought, she tossed it at *Rachel's chest. "You know, my parents always said that being poor isn't the worst thing, but

just eager for money? You don't know a thing