Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 556

A girl with multicolored hair was sitting at the bar. She noticed Yvonne approaching and immediately slid off her high stool, offering it with a casual wave.

"Mm," Yvonee murmured in acknowledgment.

Taking the seat, she grabbed the cocktail waiting for her, downed it in one go, and let out a long, weary sigh. "Ugh, talking to her is exhausting."

"Your cousin is such a buzzkill," the girl scoffed. A sharp laugh escaped her lips.

"I mean, seriously. What year does she think it is? Who still wears those cheap scarves from a street market?"

"Layla, my cousin's always been like that. Not everyone can appreciate what you call fashion," Yvonne replied. A smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at the girl beside her.

The girl's name was Layla Singer.

She and Yvonne had been in the same class since elementary school, but after middle school, Layla dropped out and started spending her days at her brother Leonardo's bar.

These days, Layla has completely embraced the look and attitude of a delinquent.

drop her usual pretenses. She

lady was exhausting. It was with Layla, in this chaotic, rowdy bar, that Yvonne felt

She was

point of dressing so plain all the time? I'm bored to death of your sweet, innocent little flower act. And you've stuck

the dictionary definition of the "good

black hair was always impeccable. She wore knee-length dresses and makeup, emphasizing her doe-eyed, soft, and innocent appearance. She dabbed blush

harmless, and diligent. Little did they know, she often snuck off after school to

came to the bar solely to unwind. She paid no attention to the men who occasionally tried to

the crude, unremarkable guys lingering in

plenty of people who still love it," Yvonne said with a cryptic smile as she stood up from her

tired today. I think I'll head

Layla blinked, surprised, but then quickly added, "Wait a sec! Leo's dropping by in

furrowed ever so slightly, but she smoothed

truth was that Yvonne wasn't particularly fond of Leonardo. Something about the way he looked

had a habit of making inappropriate jokes—some with veiled innuendos—and Yvonne would

Leonardo was the owner and didn't show up at the bar very

to head home early tonight, and hearing that Leonardo was on his way