Chapter 143: How Could There Be These Photos...

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: How Could There Be These Photos...

Renee glanced at the blue-haired man and said softly, "It’s good you don’t know him well. Don’t drink anything he gives you."

Hearing this, Yvette Brooks smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "Don’t worry. I always pretend I can’t drink when I’m hanging out with these guys."

Renee’s brow furrowed, her tone growing serious. "Don’t have a single sip."

"What is it?" Yvette Brooks was starting to realize something was off. "Is there something wrong with the drink?"

Renee gave a slight nod. "Yes. I just saw him put a drug in your drink."

Yvette Brooks’s pupils constricted as her eyes flew wide open, her voice laced with disbelief. "A drug?"

"Yes," Renee said quietly. "A little white pill."

Yvette Brooks frowned, her expression turning to anger. ’How dare he try to drug me!’

"Just be careful," Renee said before getting up and returning to Michelle Fuller’s side.

Sylvia Brooks looked at her and asked with a smile, "Renee, do you know Yvette?"

"You know her too?" Renee raised an eyebrow.

Sylvia Brooks explained, "She’s my cousin. I just ran into her and we chatted for a bit."

"Oh, I see." Renee smiled. "I don’t know her well. This is only the second time we’ve met."

Yvette Brooks was surprised to see her cousin, Sylvia Brooks, chatting with Renee Jennings. They looked like they knew each other well.

’They actually know each other?’

"Vivi," a voice called from behind.

Yvette Brooks turned to see Shannon Lynn calling her.

"Why are you sitting there all by yourself, spacing out? Come on, get over here." Shannon Lynn beckoned to her.

"Coming," Yvette Brooks said, getting up and sitting down next to her best friend.

Shannon Lynn stared at her, sounding rather displeased. "Vivi, what’s gotten into you?"

"What do you mean?" Yvette Brooks asked, confused.

Shannon Lynn jutted out her chin and pointed to the glass in front of Yvette. "Chance says you’re disrespecting him. He poured you a drink and you won’t even touch it."

"I’m not trying to be disrespectful," Yvette Brooks explained. "You know I can’t drink."

"What are we, strangers?" Shannon Lynn slung an arm around her shoulder, exasperated. "You’re out with me, what are you worried about? Your girl has got your back, I’ll make sure you’re safe!"

Yvette Brooks pressed her lips together, hesitating.

’But I *am* worried.’

’Renee just told me she saw that guy, Chance, put something in my drink.’

’How could I possibly drink it?’

’I wouldn’t drink it if you put a gun to my head.’

"The girl in the red jacket is Shannon Lynn, my cousin’s best friend," Sylvia Brooks quietly explained to Renee and Michelle. "I don’t like her personality. She’s too flashy and aggressive. My cousin always gets the short end of the stick with her."

Michelle Fuller asked, puzzled, "Huh? Then why don’t you stop your cousin from hanging out with her?"

"It’s no use," Sylvia Brooks said with a helpless sigh. "My cousin’s the type of person who just digs her heels in the more you try to stop her."

Renee nodded. "A classic rebel," she remarked.

A hint of a smile touched Sylvia Brooks’s eyes. "’Rebel’ is the perfect word for it."

"Danna, I need to use the restroom." Yvette Brooks glanced at the drink in front of her, then stole a peek at the blue-haired man from the corner of her eye. She lowered her voice to a plea, "Danna, will you come with me, please?"

A brilliant smile spread across Shannon Lynn’s perfectly made-up face. "Vivi, how about this? I’ll go to the restroom with you, if you’ll have a drink with me?"

Yvette Brooks frowned slightly. After a few seconds of hesitation, she nodded. "Okay."

"Thanks, Vivi!" Shannon Lynn beamed, looking exceptionally happy. "I knew you were the best!"

The two walked to the restroom, arm in arm.

Yvette Brooks glanced back, then asked Shannon Lynn, "Danna, do you know that guy, Chance?"

"Why do you ask?" Shannon Lynn nudged her shoulder, teasing. "Are you into him or something?"

"No!" Yvette Brooks’s tone was firm. "Someone just told me that Chance put something in my drink."

At her words, Shannon Lynn’s eyelashes fluttered. "That’s impossible!" she said, feigning surprise. "Don’t be fooled by the blue hair. Chance is actually a really honest guy. Whoever told you that must have been mistaken. But hey, if you’re scared, I’ll get you a fresh drink when we get back."

Hearing her say that, Yvette Brooks felt she couldn’t argue further.

Back at the booth, Shannon Lynn made a show of getting a new glass and pouring a drink in front of Yvette. "Vivi, I poured this one myself. You can relax and drink it now."

"What’s this?" the man named Chance sneered, clearly displeased. "Scared to drink what I poured for you?"

Yvette Brooks glanced at him but didn’t say anything.

Shannon Lynn quickly jumped in to smooth things over. "Chance, don’t get the wrong idea," she explained with a smile. "Vivi isn’t singling you out. She just doesn’t accept drinks from people she doesn’t know well."

With that, she poured herself a drink and downed it in one go. "I’ll drink in her place to apologize."

Chance snorted, a smirk playing on his lips.

Shannon Lynn put down her glass and went to her boyfriend. "Vince."

Vince was dressed in a black shirt and black dress pants, his hair slicked back immaculately. He was lounging against the back of the sofa, a glass of liquor in his hand, and stared at her with hazy eyes. "What is it?"

Shannon Lynn sat down beside him and noticed a mosquito on his forehead. "There’s a mosquito."

Just as she reached out, it flew away.

Shannon Lynn leaned close to Vince’s ear and whispered, "Why is your boy Chance trying to drug my friend?"

"And?" Vince shrugged nonchalantly.

Shannon Lynn’s brow furrowed. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Vince pulled her into his arms and sniffed her hair. "It means stay out of whatever my boy wants to do."

"But Vivi’s my friend!" Shannon Lynn stiffened.

Vince seemed to find this amusing. "So what if she’s your friend? My boy has taken an interest in her. She should consider herself lucky."

"You..." Shannon Lynn was getting angry. "Can’t he pick someone else?"

"Pick who?" Vince’s gaze turned cold. "There are only two women here. If not her, then you? What, you got a thing for my boy now?"

"That’s not what I meant," Shannon Lynn explained anxiously. "It’s just... I brought Vivi here. I’m responsible for her."

"Ah, I see." Vince gave a sarcastic smile. "So responsible of you."

Shannon Lynn said timidly, "Can you please not do this to Vivi?"

Vince pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times, a vicious smile spreading across his face. "Why don’t you take a look at this first?"

When Shannon Lynn glimpsed the screen, she froze as if struck by lightning.

Her eyes widened as she muttered in disbelief, "How do these photos even exist...?"

"Nice, aren’t they?" he asked with a grin.

"No! Not at all!" Shannon Lynn’s face was sheet-white, and she was on the verge of a breakdown. "Who took these? Delete them! Delete them now!"

Vince locked his phone and looked at her, his expression full of smug satisfaction. "Let my boy have his fun tonight, and I’ll delete these photos tomorrow."