Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 722

“You people, drag that slut out here. I want to see what kind of shameless woman dares to sleep with another woman's husband.”

At Yolanda's command, her people immediately grabbed the woman with Eden and dragged her off the bed.

The woman screamed. She was naked, completely unclothed.

“What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!” The woman cried out as she was pulled from the bed, stark naked for everyone to see.

“Mr. Monroe, help! Save me!” she sobbed.

Eden's face darkened, but he didn't intervene.

It wasn't worth tearing things apart with Yolanda over a call girl.

But Eden hadn't expected that Yolanda, who looked so fragile, could be so vicious.

Yolanda had her men drag the naked woman out of the hotel room and onto the street in front, where they beat her senseless.

The street was bustling, and a large crowd gathered to watch, whisper, and take pictures. The incident even spread online.

Although the posts were quickly scrubbed from the internet due to the scandal's severity.

But the woman couldn't handle the immense pressure. She jumped from her 27th-floor apartment, ending up as a mangled mess on the pavement.

The woman's death caused a stir. While sleeping with a married man was morally wrong, it wasn't a capital offense. Yolanda's degrading and vicious actions sparked heated online discussions, and her identity was nearly exposed.

In the end, it was Mr. Walker who stepped in and forcefully suppressed the matter.

He pinned her against the wall by her throat. Yolanda could barely breathe and struggled desperately.

“Eden, are you… are you crazy? Let me go!”

But Eden kept his grip on her neck, his face contorted with rage. “Yolanda, do you think I actually want to touch you? If you weren't Vincent's only daughter, you wouldn't even be qualified to warm my bed.”

“How dare you… humiliate me!” Yolanda's face was red from the choking and the anger.

“When it comes to humiliation, I'm no match for Ms. Walker. Tina jumped from the twentieth floor and was smashed to a pulp. Don't you ever dream of her vengeful spirit coming for you?”

“She was just a slut. If she's dead, she's dead. As if she's worthy of haunting me,” Yolanda sneered, still looking down her nose at him even with his hand around her neck, as if ordinary people were nothing but ants to her.