Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty



Although Andrew didn't know why Yolanda had such powerful connections, Blake's furious tone was enough to make him genuinely afraid. He had never seen his father so angry before.

"You don't have to quit the Student Council. From now on, you'll work under me. Whether or not I forgive you depends on how you behave," Yolanda said.

Andrew immediately responded, "No problem! I'll do anything you say!"

"Alright, we'll talk about this tomorrow at school," Yolanda replied, handing the phone back to Blake.

Blake took the phone and gave him another round of scolding.

Then, he reprimanded Liam before Yolanda, finally bringing the situation to a close.

After Liam, Casey, and the others left, Blake rubbed his hands together and asked Yolanda, "Ms. Henderson, there's something I'd like to ask for your help if you don't mind."

"Who is this?" Bryce asked, eyeing Blake nervously.

Although Blake was extremely respectful to Yolanda, Bryce was still worried she might be taken advantage of.

"He's a business associate of my dad's. Don't worry about it. It's late. You should head home," Yolanda turned to Bryce and said.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"Alright. If you need anything, just call me!" Bryce said as he handed her a piece of paper with his phone number written on it. He gave Yolanda a lingering look before reluctantly leaving.

"I've reserved a private room at a nearby restaurant. I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of joining me for dinner?" Blake asked.

Yolanda glanced at him and replied, "Let's go."

She knew that Blake was being unusually respectful today because he needed something from her.

Then, Blake drove them to a restaurant nearby.

Once the dishes were served, Blake quickly filled Yolanda's glass with orange juice before raising his glass.

"Ms. Henderson, it was my fault for

not believing in you. I started feeling discomfort in my chest last night. This morning, I went to the hospital, and the doctor told me it's a chronic condition with no effective treatment during flare-ups.

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Blake had spent the entire day in agony, tortured by his condition. It wasn't life-threatening, but it was caused by years of heavy drinking and an erratic lifestyle. Whenever it flared up, the pain was so

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unbearable that he felt like ending it

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"I accidentally lost the pill you gave me. Could you..." Before he could finish, his phone suddenly rang.

Blake glanced at the caller ID, then looked apologetically at Yolanda.

After Yolanda nodded, he answered the call, lowering his voice as he spoke briefly on the other end.

A moment later, Blake looked back

at Yolanda and said, "Ms.

Henderson, the father of the girl who offended you in the alley earlier, Daniel has some ties with my

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cousin. He wants to come over and apologize to you."

Blake didn't want to meet with Daniel, but his cousin begged him. Besides, it seemed reasonable that the Miller family would apologize to Yolanda since Casey offended her, so he decided to ask for Yolanda's opinion.

"Whatever. He can come if he wants to."

Blake nodded. "Alright."

Not long after, someone knocked on the door, and a middle-aged couple walked in.

The man was tall, with a long face and broad chin. He looked like someone who had a lot of dealings with the underground circle.

The woman beside him looked much younger, with fair skin, narrow eyes, and a flashy outfit that easily cost close to thousands of dollars. They were Casey's parents, Daniel and Helen.

Helen had a gift box in one hand. She followed Daniel inside and flashed a polite smile at Blake.