Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 147

George was so furious he was speechless.

Yvonne, having no desire to listen to his sputtering rage, simply hung up.

When she returned to the dorm, Doris and Marina were standing awkwardly by the bed, which was still a mess.

Daisy, however, had her chin held high, looking at Yvonne with an expression of pure arrogance and contempt, clearly expecting an apology.

“My father is a senior executive at Vivid Channel. You dare to offend me? None of the shows your family invests in will ever air on our network again. None of the artists signed to your family’s agency will ever get a spot on our channel. Your own father, George, acts like a damn puppy around me, and you have the nerve to piss me off?

“So what if I bully you, Yvonne? If I told you to eat shit, you’d have to get on your knees and eat it. And when you were done, you’d have to thank me for the privilege.”

Yvonne listened patiently until she finished, then held up her phone, the screen showing that it was recording.

Daisy was truly a spoiled, vicious idiot, completely oblivious to the fact that her own words could be her downfall.

When Daisy saw the recording, a flicker of panic crossed her face.

“Yvonne, you bitch! Who said you could record me?” she shrieked, lunging for the phone.

But Yvonne was too quick for her.

She slipped the phone into her jacket pocket. Then, with a swift movement, she grabbed Daisy’s shoulder, yanked her forward, and shoved her face-first onto the filthy mattress.

“Ah!” Daisy screamed as the foul-smelling mess soaked into her clothes.

She struggled to get up, but Yvonne held her down firmly in the filth.

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