The clasp on her wrist that seemed intimate was actually exerted with tremendous force, wrenching her broken wrist so hard that the wound split open.

Yiren trembled with pain, her face contorted.

The agonizing pain seared up from her wrist, so painful, this despicable person was so malicious, probably squeezing her hand to break again, ah... it was killing her.

Sweat broke out on Yiren’s forehead; she desperately wanted to kick Ye Lu away, the little lowlife, but under the eyes of the public, she could not show her bad behavior.

"Ah, sister, what’s wrong? Why do you look so awful?" Ye Lu’s face was full of surprised and innocent expressions, "Are you unhappy, not wanting to reconcile with me?"

After speaking, she clasped Yiren’s hands nervously; Yiren’s face almost grotesquely twisted. Enduring the pain, she withdrew her hands, barely managing a forced smile: "Why would that be? I’m just too happy."

"That’s good to hear." Ye Lu smiled sweetly.

...

"It’s killing me, this shameless vile woman." Yiren sat in the lounge; her painful face turned pale, and the summoned doctor took off her glove to inspect the wound.

Ye Lu’s force was no small matter; it drew blood and even slightly dislocated the bone, as the doctor gave her emergency treatment.

"Vile person, I won’t let you go." Yiren’s face darkened, snorting, tonight was just a start, these petty tricks thinking to bring her down.

The real contest of strength still awaited, this woman was definitely no match for her, after all, she held considerable resources in her hands.

Meanwhile, Ye Lu was drinking juice, noticing Yiren’s absence in the whole banquet hall, secretly sneering, daring to kidnap her in the graveyard was to teach her a lesson.

"Mr. Sufeman has arrived—" an outsider’s announcement suddenly came in a low voice.

Many guests were visibly surprised.

Even Yiren emerged from the lounge very surprised.

How could the godfather come? Did he not trust her, so came himself to capture Ye Lu?

But seeing Su Feiman in a black pinstripe suit, slowly walking in from the night, although smiling, a chill emanated from him silently.

His appearance stirred a commotion; the guests in attendance flickered their eyes, murmuring quietly, it seemed everyone knew who Su Feiman was.

"Why has he appeared?" Hua Lunxi frowned.

Ye Lu, from the second floor, looked down at the godfather in the banquet hall, who was mingling jovially with some family heads, surrounded by many people, seemingly quite popular. Her gaze cold and deep:

"Why does he seem so familiar to everyone? This is the upper echelon of North America, but looking at those guests’ eyes, it seems all know who he is? His reputation is that extensive?"

Ye Lu was rather surprised; Asia was the godfather’s sphere of influence, she acknowledged.

But in a place like North America gathering many European and American elites, his influence should have been hard to extend, and the godfather was not blatantly a businessman, yet he could know so many people.

Damn, maybe she was wrong in thinking that in a place like North America, the godfather’s influence was limited, and he couldn’t do much.

But this old fox, the penetration of his power, might be deeper than she imagined, still unknown to what extent!

Hua Lunxi nodded, "Hmm, I’ve also heard about him before, saw him once or twice attending some top family banquets, it seems his connections are quite formidable, knowing quite a few important figures."