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Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

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Chapter 559

Leonardo had always been drawn to Yvonne.

With her frequent visits to the bar, he'd assumed she was an open and easygoing girl. But no matter how many

subtle or blatant hints he dropped, Yvonne never showed the slightest interest in him.

He had known Yvonne for a long tand had already tried every trick to win her over, but nothing worked.

Leonardo wasn't a bad-looking guy, and as the owner of a bar raking in hundreds of thousands a month, finding

a pretty girl wasn't exactly a challenge for him.

But people were funny like that. What ceasy lost its appeal to him. It was the chase and the one just out of

reach that he found irresistible.

Even after learning about Yvonne's background, he refused to give up.

Eventually, though, Yvonne seemed to catch on to his intentions. From that point on, she made it a point to only

visit the bar when she knew he wouldn't be there, a move that frustrated Leonardo to no end.

A few days ago, while Leonardo and Layla were drinking together, he'd drunkenly started venting his

frustrations.

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He grumbled about how Yvonne was clearly the type to go out and have fun, yet she always acted like she was

above it all.

That's when Layla got an idea.

Layla had recently splurged on a string of luxury items and was now drowning in debt from online loans. Half-

joking, she said, "Leo, if | help you get Yvonne, how would you reward me?"

"You could pull that off?" Tipsy and barely thinking straight, Leonardo slapped the table in excitement. "If you can

do it, I'll give you my brand-new Mercedes!"

"Leo, | don't want the Mercedes," Layla replied though her eyes lit up at the offer. She quickly countered, "I've

got 40 thousand left to pay off on my loans. How about you cover it forinstead?"

"40 thousand?"

Leonardo hesitated for a moment, but then thoughts of Yvonne made him itch with desire. Fueled by the alcohol,

he impulsively agreed.

However, Leonardo had completely forgotten about his drunken conversation with Layla after sleeping it off. He

hadn't taken it seriously at all.

That was why he was completely caught off guard when Layla called him today.

"Is this even going to work?" he asked hesitantly as he approached the door to the private room at the end of

the hall.

When he saw Yvonne sprawled on the couch and barely conscious, he looked conflicted.

"What if she wakes up... Then, what?"

Layla rolled her eyes. Her tone was dismissive. "What do you mean? Once it's done, it's done. What can she even

do about it?"

"The Hendersons aren't exactly people you can mess with," he muttered. He clearly felt uneasy.

"Leo, why are you being so dense?" Layla snapped.

She was on edge too. She hadn't dared to give Yvonne too strong of a dose. She had worried about the

consequences if something went wrong. If Yvonne woke up sooner than expected, things really could get messy.

"Just make sure to take plenty of photos and videos while you're at it. The Hendersons and Yvonne care way too

much about their reputation. Do you think they'd dare make a scene over something like this?

"I know families like hers all too well. They wouldn't go public, and they definitely wouldn't call the cops. If this

gets out, what rich heir would still want to marry her?" "Hmm..." Leonardo frowned while turning Layla's words

over in his mind.

After a moment, he had to admit her reasoning made sense.

"Leo, truston this. Yvonne only turned you down before because she didn't really know you. Now's your

chance to show her what you've got!"

Desperate to secure the 40 thousand, she wasn't about to let him hesitate. With a firm shove, she propelled him

toward the room.

"Alright. I'm going in!" Leonardo relented. The forcefulness of her encouragement bolstered his confidence.

He stepped inside, closed the door firmly behind him, and turned around. Yvonne was stretched out on the

couch. Her eyes were shut tight.

He swallowed hard and steeled himself for what would cnext.

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