Requiem of a Broken Heart

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Chapter 132 Chapter 132: Their eyes met in silent understanding. Instead of making a scene, they decided to stay quiet for now and figure out who was behind it.

"Yvonne, I'm heading to the restroom," Rachel called out, making sure her voice carried over the music.

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"Alright, go ahead. I'll wait for you," Yvonne replied, throwing herself into the next dance, her body moving effortlessly to the pulsing beat.

The rhythm consumed her, each sway and turn becoming more uninhibited than the last. Behind her, two men exchanged a knowing glance-this was their chance. One of them reached out, his hand creeping toward her waist. But before he could make contact, a sharp crack filled the air as his wrist was wrenched backward at an unnatural angle.

A blood-curdling scream tore from his throat.

Yvonne, though rusty, still remembered the self-defense techniques she had learned years ago. And this? This was basic.

"You disgusting creep!" she spat, twisting his arm further, her voice a deadly mix of anger and control. "You thought you could put your hands on me? You're about to regret ever being born." The man's face twisted in agony. “I—I'm sorry! I made a mistake!" he gasped, his body doubling over. "Please, just letgo! I swear I'll leave! I won't cnear you again!" Yvonne scoffed. "Leave? That's it? You think I'm just gonna let you walk away? Men like you don't stop. You prey on women because you think you can get away with it. You need to learn what happens when you mess with the wrong one." Rachel immediately caught on and pulled out her phone. “I'm calling the police," she said firmly, tapping at the screen.

Panic flashed across the man's face, his skin turning ashen.

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Explore more now on gVlnovlsBefore Yvonne could tighten her grip, he dropped to his knees, his body shaking. Tears streamed down his face. "Please, miss! I'm begging you! I have an elderly mother, kids at home! If I get arrested, they'll have no one to take care of them! I was a fool to offend you. Please, show smercy! Givea chance to make things right!" He gulped, his tone turning desperate. "My mother-she's over eighty! If I go to jail, she'll have no one to care for her. I swear on my life, I'll never do something like this again!" Yvonne and Rachel exchanged a glance, momentarily uncertain.

But before either could respond, the man caught sight of his reinforcements slipping into the crowd. His expression shifted in an instant. Gone was the sniveling act, replaced by a sneer.

"Get them!" he barked. "These two dared to mess with me-teach them a lesson!"

Within seconds, a group of men swarmed in, their presence pressing in om all sides.

Yvonne instinctively reached for Rachel's wrist and pulled her behind her. “You don't know, self-defense. Stay behind me, she ordered, her voice steady despite the tension knotting in her gut. This was her mess; there was no way she'd let Rachel get hurt because of her.

Rachel, however, kept her cool.

Subtly, she pressed the emergency call I button on her phone and switched it to speaker mode.

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