Chapter 39 The Ashtray Counterattack

After Yvonne lost consciousness, Zoe bent down and called out, "Yvonne?" Her voice had a touch of urgency, but there was an inexplicable complexity to it. Seeing no response from Yvonne, Zoe cautiously pinched her face, scrutinizing her closely. How could someone be both enchanting and ethereal? Even as a woman, Zoe couldn't help but take another look. Yvonne's face was as exquisite as a painting, her skin as white as snow, and her features carried an otherworldly grace. Her proud figure was something to be envied. Turning around, Zoe's gaze fell on the middle-aged, overweight Anthony. Her eyes showed a flicker of disdain and sarcasm. "He's really lucky," she thought, feeling a surge of jealousy and resentment. Anthony, despite his age and weight, still wielded considerable influence in their circle. But for Yvonne, such a rare beauty, to fall into his hands, filled Zoe with an indescribable sense of regret. "Hurry up. I’ve hidden the camera. I’ll wait outside for Paul, so he d