Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 939:

Still not ready to call it quits, she lingered in the shade near the steps, then pushed herself onward toward her next destination.

By sunset, she finally exited the last building on her list, her limbs heavy and her spirit worn thin.

She hadn’t had so much as a sip of water since the morning, and her entire body ached from exhaustion. Perched on the edge of a nearby flowerbed, she rubbed her calves and tilted her face to the fading sky.

Just as she steadied herself to get up and head home, a sharp, threatening voice tore through the air. “Pamela Graves! There you are! Took me long enough to find you! Thought you could just disappear, huh?”

Yvonne turned, brows knitted. A thickset man stood in the plaza, eyes burning as he snarled at a woman who had just exited the building.

“I’ve said it before—the layoffs weren’t my call. It came from the higher-ups; I didn’t have a choice,” the woman replied, her tone weary, as if she’d explained it a hundred times already.

But the man wasn’t having it. “Don’t give me that crap. I don’t care who signed the papers—you’re the one who fired me. I’m jobless now, broke—how the hell am I supposed to get by?”

“Didn’t the company give you any severance at all?”

“Severance? That pathetic amount? You think I can survive on that? I want two hundred grand—nothing less,” he barked, clenching his fists, his voice shaking with rage.

“That’s not happening. Everyone’s package followed the same guidelines—you got what you were owed,” the woman snapped, folding her arms as she held her ground.noveldrama

But logic didn’t reach him anymore. He was too far gone.

Yvonne watched the scene unfold, quickly realizing the man had been fired and was blaming the woman, despite the fact that she was simply delivering her superior’s orders. Still, none of that mattered to the man now.

Their exchange crumbled in seconds, and without warning, he raised a fist to strike.

Yvonne had always loathed men who used their strength to bully others. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, maybe she could’ve kept walking. But now, walking away wasn’t an option.

𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: ⲅⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗼𝗺

Just as he cocked his arm again, Yvonne gritted her teeth and charged forward, ignoring the throb in her ankle as she stepped between them.

“I’d think twice if I were you,” the man snarled, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glared at Yvonne. He shoved her, the force catching her off balance and sending her stumbling back a step.

But Yvonne wasn’t going anywhere. She slipped off one of her heels, her voice steady and sharp. “I’ve got time today, and I’m not in the mood to let creeps like you slide.”

“Who do you think you are? If you want a fight, I’ll give you one. Don’t cry about it later,” he spat, his jaw tight as he charged at the woman again. By now, the woman’s hair was tangled, her blouse torn at the collar, and she looked completely shaken.

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