Chapter 182

Steven couldn't deny that Yvette was indeed a remarkable woman. Her allure differed from that of Marrie or Rose. She exuded a combination of charm, seduction, and sensuality that could ignite any man's desires for conquest. "Alright, dying at your hands wouldn't be so bad," Yvette said, seemingly unafraid of death. Her eyes held no fear. Instead, they sparkled with a mesmerizing light, and her hand reached toward Steven's lap. "Your brother was killed by me. Don't you want revenge?" Steven asked. Steven couldn't understand why Yvette was so fixated on him when he was technically her enemy. "We've both done plenty of wrong over the years. We're irredeemably wicked and destined for a violent end. We have no right to seek revenge," Yvette stated matter-of-factly. "At least you're self-aware," Steven retorted, though he remained skeptical of her words. "Of course, if given the chance, I would kill you. But not for revenge. It's simply because a handsome man like you should die benea