The Resurrected Sweetheart

As Yvonne's chest heaved up and down, she tightly clenched her hands into fists until she could feel the sharp pain. She then managed to suppress all her emotions in her palms.

And as soon as she was about to leave, she noticed that a tall figure had been standing on the stairs of the villa, but she was unsure when he got there.

Damon had changed into a black suit. Behind the unbuttoned suit, a dark-blue shirt was revealed, which was tailored perfectly to outline his chest.

Two top buttons of his shirt weren't fastened, and his slightly tanned skin could be seen. It was a suit of ascetic attire, but it exhibited an aggressive charisma on him.

Casually holding a tie in his hand, he walked down step by step while his sharp and cold eyes, with gloomy and vague looks, fixated on Yvonne, who was at the door of the living room.

When Yvonne thought of the embarrassment at the bathroom door just now, her face blushed a bit.

As she was wondering how to greet him, she was secretly taken aback when she saw the sharpness in his eyes, which could seemingly understand the darkness in her soul.

"Did he figure out something just now?"

After a careful search of her memory, Yvonne found that although Noelle had visited House Brown frequently in the recent seven months, she had only encountered Damon once.

This man, with extremely handsome looks that even outshined Erick's, was so very intimidating to Noelle from the bottom of her heart that she always shied away from him and did not dare to greet him once.

At this moment, Yvonne could not ascertain his expression, so she nodded to him slightly as a greeting and then turned away.

After she left, Damon came downstairs and poured himself a cup of tea, an inquiring and hunting look flashing through the bottom of his eyes.

"Why did this girl exude such a strong hatred just a moment ago? She was watching the TV at the time. Who does she hate so much?"

On the TV screen, the figure of Mitchell was no longer there. Instead, it was reporting a piece of news on oil field pollution in the Ushguli.

At the same time, Yvonne had left the villa of House Brown.

It was dark outside, and it seemed that it would rain at any minute; the air felt very oppressing and even smothering.

No bus or taxi was available on this private road in the villa area. Yvonne walked out of there all the way, but only several minutes later, she heard a dog barking from behind.

Looking back in shock, she saw a Tibetan Mastiff running toward her, a cold and brutal look shining in its eyes.

Yvonne's face turned ghastly pale because she had no weapon in her hands and there was no one around. How could she fight a Tibetan Mastiff?!

She backed away instinctively, wondering in her heart if she could climb up the tree nearby before it sprang on her.

But she greatly underestimated the speed of a Tibetan Mastiff. In almost a blink of an eye, that black dog suddenly leaped up and jumped at her at a flying speed!

Feeling great fright instantly, Yvonne did not have time to escape and recalled that there was a lighter in her bag, so she took it out and ignited it right away.

The moment she held up the lighter, she heard a sharp sound of tires screeching against the ground, accompanied by a large "bang" followed by an animal's yowling.

Slowly turning her eyes, Yvonne saw that a black off-road vehicle was parked less than 10 centimeters away from her. Its bumper was hit and dented, and to the right side, that black Tibetan Mastiff was already lying on the ground.

Leaving a pool of blood on the ground, the Tibetan Mastiff was thoroughly dead.

The flame of Yvonne's lighter, which she still held in her hand, was put out by the wind caused by the off-road vehicle. As she looked up, her gaze encountered the eyes of the man who was sitting in the driver's seat.