The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

As soon as Yolanda stepped back into the hall, she shouted in an angry tone, "Who left my stuff here. Get out of here!"

She was intentionally shouting this, trying to imply that she had just come back. As for the argument between Martin and Vivian, it was not important who would win and who would lose. The imported was that she already knew that she could take revenge on Joey. She

now couldn't wait to make full use of the news and plan a plot.

As soon as they heard Yolanda's voice, both Martin and Vivian shocked. Immediately, Martin lowered his voice said coldly, "The person who can threaten me in this world hasn't been born yet. If you aren't smart, I have one hundred ways to make you disappear into this world. Just try!"

After that, Martin slammed the door and walked out of the room, looking at Yolanda in the hall, and felt relieved to see that she had just come back.

"Why are all my things packed up and dumped here? Did you do that or Samantha?"

Yolanda came up to him with an angry look.

In this family, except Samantha, Martin was the only one who dared to touch her things.

Martin walked leisurely in front of Yolanda, then sat on the sofa calmly, crossed his legs, and raised her eyebrows lightly. "It's me."

"What do you mean?"

Yolanda shook lightly. She thought it was Samantha, but she didn't think it was Martin.

If it was Samantha, she would be shameless and didn't leave. But if it was Martin, things would be troublesome. Slovenly as he looked, he could be cruel if he really got angry. Compared with Samantha, Marin was ten times crueler. "As you see, I want you to leave this house at once, and never set foot in it again!"

Martin raised his eyes coldly, and there was no warmth in his voice.

He had never been so ruthless to Yolanda before, because she shared the blood of the Moore family, even if he hated her so much. But since Joey reminded him, he knew that he couldn't be merciful, even if he would bear the bad reputation of driving his sister away. He didn't care about that, because he was the most intolerant of someone threatening the safety of his mother.

Hearing that, Yolanda flared up. Although she had guessed it, she could hardly bear when Martin said it so merciless. Looking at Martin's cold and ruthless face, Yolanda knew that she had to leave today. If she didn't save her own face, Martin would push harder. "Well, I'll leave. Martin, you'll be regretful for what you have done to me!"

Gritting her teeth, Yolanda picked up her things and walked out of the door of the Moore Family without looking back.

Martin coldly looked at the back of Yolanda, expressionless. He wasn't afraid of Yolanda's threat, and if Yolanda dared to make any mess, he would never let her go!

When Yolanda walked out of the Moore Family, she did not feel sad. She knew that she would be kicked out sooner or later. Before she was kicked out, she could learn a big piece of good news. How could she be sad? Besides, she was not short of money, and as soon as she got out of the Moore Family, she lived in a five-star hotel.

It was a bit lonely at night. Yolanda uncorked a bottle of red wine, changed into a sexy nightdress, and danced a beautiful dance. After that, she raised a glass of wine and danced casually in front of the mirror while thinking about the big secret she had overheard from Vivian.

"Joey, Allen, I can't believe you're brother and sister. Things are getting more interesting. What can I do to completely destroy you?"

Yolanda smirked and talked to herself as she imagined the various schemes to deal with Allen and Joey.

All of a sudden, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of her hands that were holding the glass of wine. She frowned, because she suddenly felt that her fingers were particularly ugly. The tip of each finger was swollen, looking particularly deformed.

"I haven't worn nail polish in a long time, but why my fingers are still swollen?"

Yolanda looked at her fingers, which seemed to swell and grow uglier, and suddenly felt uneasy.

She had thought that she had worn some poisonous nail polish so that her fingers appeared swollen, so when Chance reminded her of her swollen fingers several months ago, she didn't pay much attention. But several months had passed, her fingers were still swollen, especially now when she carried the wine glass, her hands looked ugly and weird against the background of red wine. Yolanda couldn't help trembling and felt fearful.