In a flash, everyone was shocked. Before they could react, Yvette effortlessly lifted the arrogant Keira with one hand and tossed her aside like a rag. Keira flew across the room, crashing against the wall, her knees hitting the ground with a heavy thud that made everyone's hearts jump. Yvette's movements were fluid and swift, practiced. Her face was hostile, her lips a thin, cold line, her eyes slightly drooping. The political scions in the room were utterly stunned, their eyes wide.

"Who the hell is this violent maniac?" someone thought. Samantha's eyes lit up. Jeremiah, observing Yvette from behind, pressed his lips together. "Have I overestimated her alcohol tolerance?" he wondered.

Keira let out an ear-piercing scream. Her hair was disheveled, her lipstick smeared, transforming her from a refined model into a crazed woman. Glaring at Yvette, she shrieked, "You psycho! Who gives you the right to hit me?"

Yvette stood before Keira, her gaze unfocused. Slowly lifting her head, she met Keira's eyes—cold, blank, and bloodshot. She said lightly, "I asked you, did you say you wanted to die?"

Keira was speechless, her hands trembling. Before she could stammer a response, Yvette cut her off. "What's the point of saying so much if she wants to die?" she thought. "Eagle King once said, after drinking, 'I shouldn’t listen to anyone—just help them fulfill their wishes and then go to sleep.'"

While the others remained in shock, Yvette lifted Keira again, and with a swift right hook, punched her in the left eye. The impact knocked out Keira's contact lens, instantly swelling her eye. Keira struggled, but it was useless; she was helpless in Yvette's grip. Yvette glanced at the eye and muttered, "No, it's not symmetrical."

Everyone's eyes twitched. Now's the time to care about symmetry? someone thought. Yvette spun Keira around and punched her right eye. Now, they were perfectly symmetrical. Keira screamed, even more unhinged. The onlookers huddled together, afraid to speak. Yvette is so strong. She could easily take down eight of us, they thought. We can't afford to upset her.

Keira, terrified, crawled away. Yvette fixed her gaze on her, raising an eyebrow with a faint smile. Why is this woman still breathing? I haven’t finished with her yet, she thought. She grabbed Keira's throat; a cracking sound echoed through the room. Keira's agonizing scream chilled everyone to the bone. Her right hand was broken; another crack, and her left shoulder dislocated. Yvette released her.

Everyone stared at Yvette's smile—a chilling yet strangely endearing mix of angel and devil. They unconsciously touched their own hands. Oh my goodness… this is terrifying… I want to go home!

Their attention shifted to Jeremiah. The scene was bloody, unusual for a girl, especially in front of her boyfriend. Jeremiah calmly glanced at them, his gaze sharpening. "If this woman dies, I'll handle the aftermath," he stated. They realized Jeremiah would go to any lengths for his girlfriend.

Keira, truly terrified, knew she had to beg. She knelt, bowing fervently, crying and pleading for mercy. "I'm sorry! I was wrong! I'll never threaten you again. I'll leave right now. Please let me go, Ms. Zeller."

The sudden shift left everyone stunned. Moments ago, Keira had been smug; now, she was pathetic. Yvette gazed at her silently. Her face was wild, rebellious, her eyes icy. Her voice was icy. "Do you still want to die?"

Keira frantically shook her head. "I don't want to die, Ms. Zeller. Please, let me go!"

Yvette shifted her gaze, tilting her head, looking at the others. Her eyes were captivatingly innocent and pure. Her voice was emotionless. "She said she doesn't want to die. Is that right?"

They nodded frantically. Who else could handle a girlfriend like this but Jeremiah? they thought. A devil of a woman paired with the Living Reaper—a perfect match.

Joel was dumbfounded. Is Jeremiah… the one on the bottom? he wondered. Jared whispered to Samantha, "Jeremiah's girlfriend is even more violent than you." Samantha replied with admiration, "She's definitely tougher!" She decided she liked Yvette even more.

Yvette turned to the cowering Keira, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I really am a good girl. I just saved a life."

Saved a life? everyone thought. By beating someone like that?

Keira was beyond miserable. Jeremiah smirked, knowing Yvette was drunk.

After her declaration, Yvette walked to Jeremiah, smiling earnestly. "Am I a good girl?"

Jeremiah brushed a stray hair from her forehead. His voice was low, raspy, teasing. "You're good. You're the best."

Yvette's smile widened. Eagle King says I cause trouble when I drink. Nonsense, she thought.