"You finally decided to come back!" Yvonne Foster asked from above, playing with the ashtray in her hand.

Facing that group of thugs, Emily Clark could be cold and ruthless, but when it came to Yvonne Foster, all he could do was give a wry smile. It wasn't because she was beautiful—Emily Clark had seen women even more beautiful than Yvonne Foster—but because he had touched her Sacred Maiden Peak.

This matter could be either big or small, and clearly, it was now escalating.

"There really was an emergency just now, I absolutely didn't do it on purpose," Emily Clark said sincerely.

"If that's what happened when it wasn't on purpose, what if it was..." Yvonne Foster stopped halfway through her sentence, a blush flashing across her face that had been full of murderous intent.

Yeah, if he could grope her chest by accident, if he did it on purpose, wouldn't he just strip her and take her to bed?

Obviously, as a normal man, Emily Clark had thought of this possibility too, so his gaze unconsciously fell on Yvonne Foster's exposed, slender, beautiful legs.

In a standoff between two armies, it's all about striking while the iron is hot. Now that Yvonne Foster blushed, her momentum faded. On top of that, with Emily Clark's gaze lingering on her beautiful legs, she couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in her heart, as if Emily Clark's eyes were especially sharp and could see through her legs to her most private places. Her momentum faded even more.

"So, what do you think we should do about this?" Yvonne Foster asked, but the fierce aura from before was already gone.

Chapter 11: The Money-Grubber's Head

"Then what do you think we should do?" Emily Clark tossed the question back.

Ever since her chest had been groped, Yvonne Foster had been in a state of angry chaos and hadn't really thought about how to settle the matter.

Give him money? Although Yvonne Foster had an unusual obsession with money, always trying to save every penny, and even chose to co-rent with a man largely because men are generally more generous with money than women, if this issue involved money, what kind of person would that make her?

Beat him up? She'd had the urge when her blood was boiling, but now that she'd calmed down, if she hit him hard, it would be intentional injury; if she hit him lightly, it wouldn't vent her anger. Besides, her delicate hands hitting him would just be letting him take advantage of her. (She didn't even consider whether Emily Clark would hit back.)

Curse him out? That would be letting him off too easily. After all, she'd protected her Maiden Peak for twenty-two years!

"I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you when I figure it out," Yvonne Foster said helplessly.

"But let me tell you, you touched me there, and this is definitely not over!" Seeing Emily Clark breathe a sigh of relief, Yvonne Foster immediately put on a stern face and warned him seriously.

"T-touched where?" a breathless voice sounded at the stairway.

"Her chest!" Emily Clark and Yvonne Foster both blurted out at the same time.

"What? Oh my god! Emily Clark, are you even human? The girl's pure and innocent, and on the very first day of living together you groped her chest?" David Sullivan rushed over to Yvonne Foster's side in three big steps, his finger trembling as he pointed at Emily Clark, his face full of contempt and righteous indignation. "Now I see you for what you are—a wolf in sheep's clothing, through and through."

Seeing a chubby guy suddenly jump out to play the hero, Yvonne Foster looked confused, but showed none of the gratitude the chubby guy was hoping for, which left him a bit disappointed.

"Who are you? What are you doing in our house?" Yvonne Foster asked warily, looking at David Sullivan, unconsciously moving closer to Emily Clark.

She might scold and get angry, but whether Emily Clark was a wolf in sheep's clothing, Yvonne Foster knew very well in her heart.

"Look at me, I've been so flustered by this scoundrel that I forgot to introduce myself. My name is David Sullivan, I used to be Emily Clark's good friend, but today I have to thank you for letting me see his true colors. From now on, I'm cutting ties with him," David Sullivan said, pointing at Emily Clark with a face full of "righteous resolve."

Now Yvonne Foster finally understood—this chubby guy was the very definition of someone who forgets his friends when he sees a pretty girl, a total and utter lecher.

Yvonne Foster glanced at Emily Clark with a look of sympathy and pity, then smiled sweetly at David Sullivan, her eyes glinting with sly mischief.

"Look, you and I don't even know each other, and you've just cut ties with the other owner of this house, so shouldn't you be leaving now?"

"Strangers at first, but now we know each other, right? Besides, I only cut ties with him for your sake," David Sullivan said, leering at Yvonne Foster.

"You damn fatty, who said we're friends now? If you don't get lost, believe it or not, I'll kick you right out the door," Yvonne Foster snapped, her pretty face suddenly stern, her long legs tensed like springs, ready to unleash a Foshan Shadowless Kick at any moment.

For the first time, Emily Clark realized that Yvonne Foster was actually pretty cute—at least a thousand times cuter than this fatso who forgot his friends the moment he saw a pretty girl.

David Sullivan slunk away in defeat, forcing a smile at Emily Clark and saying, "Mr. Clark, Emily!"

"Get lost, we've already cut ties!" Emily Clark replied cheerfully with a smile.