RankNovelChapter 225
Yolanda glanced at the blond thug with an expression that showed she was completely unbothered.
"Yolanda Henderson?" The blond thug hesitated for a moment, thinking the nsounded familiar.
Then, suddenly, a memory flashed in his mind, and he pointed at Yolanda in shock. "You're Yolanda Henderson?"
He took a closer look and scanned her from head to toe. Everything matched up with what he was told.
In an instant, a cold sweat formed on his forehead.
The blond thug worked for Blake, and Blake had once warned him that if they ever cacross Yolanda, they
were to treat her with more respect than even Blake himself.
"Do you know me?" Yolanda asked, amused by his reaction.
Just moments ago, this guy was acting all cocky, and now he looked like a deflated balloon. He kept his head
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdown and desperately wanted to disappear into the clinic floor.
"Ms... Ms. Henderson!" the blond thug stammered, no longer able to keep up his tough-guy act.
Behind him, the others dropped their weapons, shaking in fear.
"Weren't you going to trash my clinic?" Yolanda smiled like she hadn't noticed anything. "Now that you've
dropped your tools, how are you going to do that?"
"Ms. Henderson, you're really funny..." The blond guy forced out a smile that looked like it was even more painful
to do so than crying.
"How could | dare trash your clinic?" the blond thug stammered. "Even if you gavemore audacity, | wouldn't
dare! Our boss told us, that whenever we see you, it's like seeing him. We didn't realize earlier. Please, forgive us
for our stupidity!"
"Your boss?"
Yolanda glanced at the thug's outfit. He wasn't just srandom street punk-he was likely connected to some
underground group. But it couldn't be Daniel's people since he was already here.
She had a hunch, and sure enough, the blond thug continued, "My boss is Mr. Rowse. He said you're a VIP and we
should treat you with the utmost respect."
"Oh? Well, | just so happen to need sextra hands around here. Head to the back and find Daniel. He'll assign
you a task."
"Right away! We'll go now!"
The blond thug quickly rounded up his crew and picked up their scattered weapons. They hurried off to the back,
looking more like they were fleeing than following orders.
Gregory and his men, who had been watching the whole scene unfold, were stunned. What just happened? How
could Yolanda have this much influence?
"Weren't you going to trash my clinic? Not going through with it?" Yolanda stepped up to Gregory. "Do you need
"ou..."
Gregory clenched his fist, but before he could raise it, he let it go. Even he could tell by now that Yolanda had
connections.
"You'll regret this!" Gregory spat, signaling his men to leave.
But before he could go, Yolanda stepped forward, blocking the clinic's entrance. "Did | say you could leave?"
"Do you really think you can stop me?" Gregory's face twisted with rage.
Even if Yolanda had sconnections, there was no way she could physically
stop him and his men-strong, grown men from leaving.
Just as the words left his mouth, Daniel appeared while holding a shovel and leading a large group of people from
the back.
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