Chapter 68


    Working?


    Yvan snorted to himself, clearly underestimating Matilda’s resourcefulness. She managed to rope in


    Den to help her out.


    Watching Matilda and Chloe’s retreating figures at the door, Yvan clenched his fists tightly.


    That evening, Matilda got back to her ce and immediately checked her email to see if anyone was


    interested in coborating with her studio.


    Unfortunately, Yvan’s influence was too strong. Aside from Den, who dared to extend a helping hand


    because he was a business partner, otherpanies were


    too scared to take her on.


    She sat down and poured herself a ss of milk. Soon after, the doorbell rang. As usual, when Matilda


    went to answer it, Yvan was standing there, right in front of her.


    Her heart skipped a beat. As she stared at Yvan’s face and quickly tried to shut the door, he had


    already thrust a hand inside, gripping her wrist tightly.


    Matilda shuddered, instinctively trying to shake him off. “Let go of me!”


    Yvan moved closer, his kiss unexpected and searing. Matilda was trapped in his arms, unable to resist,


    the sudden invasion sending her into a panic. When she finally gathered her wits, she pushed him


    away forcefully.


    Leaning against the wall, her face was ashen, but her eyes, filled with loathing, were fixed on Yvan. Her


    voice trembled as she spoke, “Yvan! What the hell do you want from me?”


    Yvan stared at her intently, his voice dragging out after a long pause. “Matilda, don’t take it personally.


    A woman like you is just for fun, nothing serious.”


    Matilda’s eyes welled up with tears at his words, and with a bitterugh, she pointed at him. “What, you


    can’t wait to throw yourself at me? Yvan, what are you not getting? If you think I’m stained, why do you


    keep hassling me over and over?”


    Yvan pinned her against the wall with force. “Because I find your pain quite satisfying!”


    Matilda tried to push him away, but she couldn’t. He was already ripping at her


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    clothes, exposing skin that was shockingly pale – untouched by anyone for five years as she


    desperately avoided Yvan’s advances.


    He dragged her over to the couch, and Matilda screamed, “Don’t touch me! Yvan. don’t touch me! You


    devil!”


    “That’s right, I am the devil! Matilda, if you dare let another man touch you, I won’t hesitate to show you


    what a real devil looks like! In this lifetime, only I can make you this miserable!”


    Yvan held her down on the couch, face down. Matilda’s eyes reddened with involuntary tears, her fists


    clenched tight. “Don’t touch me! I find you disgusting!”


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    Yvan let out a coldugh, seizing Matilda’s chin with force. “With your Mason on the left and Den on


    the right, even Bet’s got his eyes on you. Do you think you’re cleaner than me?”


    Mason? She considered him just a friend, and as for Den, that was just baseless gossip!


    “Yvan, stop slinging mud at me! I only know what kind of person I am, and I have nothing to do with the


    men you’ve mentioned! And if you’re here because you saw me at the Yeager Group today, what is


    this? Jealousy?”


    A p came across her face, and Yvan flipped her over, her hair in disarray.


    She had always been elegant and dignified, dressed in her personal taste, walking in heels with the


    grace of a socialite. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?


    Matilda was trembling all over, like she was on the verge of death, her eyes filled with distinct hatred.


    “Yvan, you’re like a joke right now!”