Ste was itching to make an escape too!


    She thought she had made herself abundantly clear to Ronald about the debacle about Yorick. But now, sensing the increasingly dangerous aura emanating from Ronald, she realized her exnation hadn''t been clear enough. Stepping forward, she shot Yorick a warning nce, "What are you doing here? Get lost now!"


    Yorick sneered, "Why am I here? Ste, had I not shown up, who would find out what kind of person you are?"


    His tone escted with every word, culminating in a shout filled with rage.


    "You spread rumors about Urs and me, just to cover up your own dirty secrets, didn''t you? Ste, you''re a slut!"


    The moment his words fell, a thunderous thump resonated through the air.


    It was Ronald. His fist, hard as iron,nded squarely on Yorick''s face, instantly tensing up the atmosphere.


    Yorick was convinced Ronald was nothing but a casual man, and now this brute dared to strike him, fueling his rage even further.


    Before Ste could react, the two were locked in a scuffle.


    Yorick, a perennial office dweller, even with regr workouts, was no match for Ronald, who had been living on the edge over the years.


    In just a couple of moves, Ronald had him pinned down on the couch. Yorick was a mess, while Ronald, his towel firmly around his waist, remained unruffled.


    Ste had been genuinely worried about that toweling loose during their tussle moments ago.


    "Ste!"


    Yorick red furiously at her, who was standing dumbfounded to the side.


    This damned woman, harboring a man at home, and letting himsh out! Fuming and unable to take it out on Ronald, he directed his anger at Ste. Ste quickly grabbed a jacket nearby and approached, "Here, put this on first."


    She hastily draped it over Ronald.


    Ronald then released Yorick and put on the jacket.


    Throughout, his gaze remained icy cold towards Yorick. Even after it was over, the tension between the two was palpable.


    Ste nced at Yorick, "You better leave now."


    If he didn''t leave, he might not make it out alive tonight, such bad vibes.


    Yorick, already on a short fuse, saw Ste asking him to leave instead of Ronald, igniting his fury even more.


    "Ste, you..."


    "If you dare insult her again, I guarantee, you won''t be leaving here alive."


    With that, the man pulled out apact gun from his suit jacket.


    The cold, ck muzzle pointed directly at Yorick, causing his breath to hitch and his pupils to contract.


    In a ce like Portis City, this man was actually carrying a gun? Had Ste lost her mind? What kind of dangerous person had she gotten involved with? Ronald''s voice was frosty, "You want to try?"


    To try?


    It meant to dare insult Ste again.


    Ste had grown up in Ferrond, never being treated like this anywhere. But here, in this ce, with these people...


    Ha!


    The danger in Ronald''s eyes intensified.


    Such danger enveloped Yorick immediately, unustomed to being threatened in a ce like Portis City.


    His eyes narrowed, locking gazes with Ronald.


    Ronald challenged, "Wanna try?"


    "What''s there to try? Aren''t you freaking leaving yet?" Ste was on the verge of losing it.


    Had Yorick gone mad? Couldn''t he see what Ronald was holding? Did he actually want to die here?


    Although Yorick was annoying, Ste didn''t wish death upon him; after all, their quarrel wasn''t that deep. Yorick shot Ste a cold nce.


    Ste, exasperated, eximed, "Go already!"


    Lingering here, he might as well end up as a cold headstone in the outskirts for eternity.