Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 680

As soon as there was a loud crack, a jolt of pain shot through Dan's chest.

His face went pale. Instinctively, he shoved Yvonne away from him. "That's enough!" he snapped.

Yvonne landed hard on her butt, cursing under her breath. After last night's misery, this new pain made her feel like her legs were about to fall off. The embarrassment and frustration boiled over.

"Oh, now you think it's enough?" she shouted, scrambling to her feet and ignoring

the pain.

She lunged at Dan, slapping him across the face-once, twice, three times-until he was left blinking in shock.

Dan didn't want to hit her, but he had no choice but to try and restrain her; otherwise, she was going to go full Tasmanian devil on him. The VIP lounge descended into chaos: overturned chairs, shards of glass, someone's burger squished on the floor. It was a mess.

After ten minutes of shouting and scuffling, Dan's strength finally won out. He pinned Yvonne against the wall, breathing hard.

Yvonne spat at him, voice full of venom. "You absolute piece of garbage, let go of me!"

back, exasperated. "Have

the door, "Hey! Somebody get in here and

crew barely had time to react, and even then, they were

flattened. They lay sprawled on the ground, battered and confused, no idea what the hell had just happened. Dan especially—he didn't understand why Yvonne

stepped forward and stomped hard on his wrist. *Crack.* He grunted

hissed through clenched

his hair and yanking his head up so their eyes met. Hers

me," she said, her voice icy and steady,

breathing and a few groans from Dan's friends. They exchanged horrified

slept with her, gets beaten

were they

went pale. Dan's, if possible, went even

Yvonne, incredulous.

her hand and smacked him again.

poker faces, but inside, they were reeling. They'd often wondered what kind of guy could handle their boss.

head lolled to the side.

he could finish, another slap landed,