In an instant, the entire farmers‘ market was in chaos, with pork flying everywhere.
Butcher Bill dodged the flying meat while glaring viciously at Yvonne.
But Yvonne, completely oblivious to the murderous intent in Butcher Bill’s eyes, continued throwing meat and cursing.
Seeing the situation getting out of hand, I grabbed Yvonne’s arm.
“Yvonne, stop fighting here. It’s embarrassing. Let’s go home,” I said, trying to persuade Yvonne while dragging her out of the crowd.
Yvonne kept cursing as we left, while Butcher Bill’s eyes grew colder by the second.
Back home, Yvonne was still fuming.
“Damn it, ran into a ghost when I went out. What rotten luck!” Yvonne angrily swept the cups off the coffee table.
I watched silently as she raged.
Why was Butcher Bill leering at Yvonne? Why did he know about the birthmarks on Yvonne’s body?
That’s because Butcher Bill was one of Yvonne’s “clients.”
The information in the group chat was confidential, so Yvonne didn’t know that the person she had arranged was Butcher Bill.
But Butcher Bill had seen everything clearly.
After being humiliated by Yvonne today, would he just let it go?
12
Just after dinner, that evil group chat started buzzing with activity.
A user named “Rainy Night Butcher” openly tagged Yvonne:
“I’m coming to your place again tonight.”
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Although there was an unwritten rule in the group that each client could only visit once, Yvonne saw no reason to turn down business when it came knocking.
Alright, same time, same place, she replied.
12:10 PM
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“I want to try something different this time,” the “Rainy Night Butcher” added.
Yvonne spent a long time fiddling with her phone on the couch before looking up and saying, “Lily, let’s go to bed.”
