Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 1008 It Depends on Yvonne

Yvonne's grip on the phone tightened, and she tapped on the screen furiously.

'Are you Vania?'

'It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you enjoy that video, Miss Kepler.'

With her phone in her hand, Yvonne gritted her teeth. It's Vania. I'm sure it's her.

She could even imagine Vania's gleeful face, but how could she be so strong and not have a scratch when she faced fifteen men? Also, how did she manage to record a video?

Yvonne destroyed a brand new cup and replied, 'How do you know whether I like it or not?'

The answer from Vania came almost instantly. 'It's alright if you don't like this video because there will be new ones coming up. I'm sure you'll find something you like.'

The thugs' predicaments in the police station could also be recorded and sent to her for viewing. Since she was out to upset Yvonne, she reckoned that she should do a thorough job.

'Save it,' Yvonne replied and exited the application to stop texting Vania. So, she's so capable that she could fight off so many men alone, huh? Then, I'll increase the difficulty level for this b*tch and catch her alive. When the time comes, I'll put her through a living hell!

On the other end, Vania knew that Yvonne had left the chatroom in anger because of her and had a hunch that she was going to be in trouble again soon. Still, she wasn't worried at all. If Yvonne had a hundred ways to get her, she had a hundred and one ways to get out of the situation.

Seeing that she had stopped texting, Hanson said, "Sweetie, in the future, let me handle something as dangerous as this."

Although Vania could easily take care of regular thugs, he wanted to minimize the possibility of an accident.

Vania nodded at him. "What happened today was a little unexpected. I'll give you a heads-up next time."

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