"Looking for trouble, huh?"
Lola Gold was just looking for a place to vent.
She was taller than her stepsister and grabbed her hair, "Today, I’ll let you know how many eyes Hades has."
The two quickly started fighting, and the screams of the stepsister echoed throughout Midnight.
More and more people gathered around to watch the drama.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting," Yolanda Greenwood stepped forward to break up the fight but got mistakenly hit several tis by her stepsister.
Neither of the two was easy to ss with, and Yolanda couldn’t pull them apart.
"I’ll help you."
Suddenly, a deep, magnetic voice sounded.
Yolanda turned around and saw a tall, thin man grabbing her stepsister’s hands, "Stop fighting."
Seeing this, Yolanda quickly hugged Lola Gold, "Okay, stop being mad, let’s go."
"Why should I?" Lola Gold clawed fiercely, seemingly not yet satisfied, "They should be the ones to leave!"
When her stepsister saw the man, she imdiately changed her deanor, crying and snuggling into his arms, "Benjamin, I’m so scared, I want to go ho."
"Alright, I’ll take you ho first." The man gave Yolanda a deep look, nodded at Lola Gold, and then left with the stepsister.
Lola Gold’s eyes followed the man as he left.
"Hey?" Yolanda suddenly rembered sothing, "Wasn’t that man familiar?"
"Ah? Really?" Lola Gold’s eyes darted around anxiously.
"I rember now." Yolanda’s eyes widened as she looked at Lola Gold, "Isn’t he that senior you had a crush on in college? Sothing Wesley?"
Lola Gold pulled Yolanda to sit down, muttering quietly, "Wesley Baker."
"Right! It really is him!" Yolanda frowned even deeper, "What’s he doing mixing up with your stepsister?"
"How would I know?"
Lola Gold’s tone was bitter, obviously thinking their relationship was not shallow.
"No way?" Yolanda pouted, "There really are too many blind n in this world."
She ordered several bottles of alcohol, determined to get drunk with Lola Gold.
However, as things cooled down here, a clicking sound ca from a not too distant booth.
Athena White, Wendy Bennett, and several other girls had always been regulars here.
Athena showed a photo she had taken to Wendy, "Too bad lissa missed the drama by not coming."
In the photo, the man and Yolanda appeared quite affectionate, seemingly not just simple friends.
"Send it to lissa," Wendy huffed, "This Yolanda is really sleazy, hogging Cooper Coldson and refusing to divorce, while playing around outside, it’s disgusting."
Athena imdiately sent it over, "Doesn’t that guy look familiar?"
"Wesley Baker, the one who confessed to lissa in college."
Wendy scoffed, "Just a gold-digger, nothing good."
"Gold-digger and a divorcee?" Athena laughed non-stop, "Such a match."
lissa Greenwood received the ssage while dining with Cooper.
Of course, she recognized Wesley Baker and imdiately handed the phone to Cooper.
"Cooper, do you rember Wesley Baker from your departnt? I think he’s the one Yolanda is dating."
Cooper glanced at the phone.
In the photo, Wesley Baker had Yolanda half-embraced from behind.
The two of them looked very intimate.
With a loud "bang," Cooper slamd his chopsticks down.
"Cooper!" lissa was startled, "What’s wrong? Don’t be mad at Yolanda, I’ll talk to her again. She must be considering divorce since she has soone she loves... I might just agree to her demands."
"Why should I?"
Cooper’s face was very ugly as he stood up to leave.
"Cooper, where are you going? Aren’t you eating?"
"I’m going back now. Tomorrow morning, I’ll take Yolanda to finalize the procedures."
Cooper Coldson clenched his teeth as he walked out, "What face does she have to disagree?"
At Midnight, Yolanda Greenwood was in a bad mood but knew her limits with alcohol, so she didn’t drink too much.
However, she didn’t expect to still end up vomiting until everything spun.
Lola Gold looked at her worriedly, "Yolanda, let take you ho, you really don’t look well."
"Okay," Yolanda nodded, with an apologetic face, "Lola, next ti, I’ll treat you to a big al."
Lola Gold dropped Yolanda off at the entrance of her residential complex.
"I can walk in by myself; the fresh air will do good."
Yolanda said goodbye to Lola Gold and slowly made her way back to the Coldson Family ho.
As soon as she entered, Jasmine King approached her, "Madam, the master has returned."
She slled the alcohol on Yolanda’s body, "Madam, have you been drinking? I’ll go make you so hangover soup."
"No need, Aunt Jasmine, you go rest."
Yolanda hadn’t expected Cooper to co back so unusually early, but she was feeling too sick to argue with him.
She entered the house and went straight upstairs without giving Cooper a single glance.
Cooper was furious.
"What? Cheating on can salvage your pathetic self-esteem?"
Cheating on him?
Yolanda stopped midway up the stairs, turned, and looked at Cooper, who had already stood up in the living room.
A married man who was hardly ever ho at night had the nerve to accuse soone else of cheating?
She scoffed, "Is Young Master Coldson reflecting on himself?
"Yolanda, I’m not joking around or have the patience to play mind gas with you."
He issued an ultimatum, "Tomorrow morning, you must go with to file for divorce."
"No!"
Yolanda refused definitively.
"Yolanda, what exactly do you want? Money? Fine, just na your price."
Cooper was infuriated by that photo.
All he wanted now was to get rid of this manipulative woman and not let her affect his mood anymore.
Yolanda was truly exhausted.
The DNA test results, combined with having just vomited everything she ate that day, left her utterly drained.
She gripped the stair railing to go upstairs.
"I don’t want to do anything; I just want to get so good sleep."
Cooper’s anger surged to his head.
He took big strides up the stairs, rushing up behind Yolanda.
That photo surfaced again in his mind.
Cooper grabbed Yolanda’s arm, pulling hard, "Today, you must..."
Already weak, Yolanda was pulled and pushed by Cooper, imdiately falling toward the side.
Just as she was about to hit the ground, Cooper, with quick reflexes, caught and supported her halfway.
"What are you doing?" Cooper glared, "Trying to fall down the stairs to delay things a few more days?"
Any slight touch of emotion that Yolanda might have felt was instantly extinguished.
She forced herself to stand upright, supporting herself on the railing.
"Cooper, are you truly blind? Can’t you see that I’m not feeling well?"
Indeed, Yolanda’s face was pale, and there were small beads of sweat on her forehead.
Cooper kept his stern face, "Just playing the sympathy card."
Yolanda was about to burst out laughing from anger.
"Cooper, you accuse ti and again of being manipulative, so tell , what exactly have I manipulated?"
"Your money? Or you?"
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