She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 595: Yvonne

Surprisingly, this year the Lucas family decided to wade into this mess as well.

In previous years, they had remained silent.

But this year, they sent a steward, and this female steward's appearance drew admiration from everyone.

With her proud curves and figure, along with her stunning face, she was like a captivating beauty.

She wore a black fitted wool skirt, draped in an apricot-colored British-style trench coat. As she walked, the irregular slit of her skirt revealed the black silk stockings underneath, and she stepped in a pair of long Martin boots.

The slender metal heels made a crisp sound as they touched the ground.

Behind her, a row of bodyguards dressed in black suits followed, like stars surrounding the moon, exuding a strong presence.

Amidst the sea of black, a silver figure stood out as the only highlight.

The old man wore a long white coat, his graying hair contrasting with his wrinkled and sinister face. His narrow eyes were as cold as venomous snakes.

When his gaze fell upon Kyson and Leandro, a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes, and he greeted them softly.

"Kyson, Leandro, long time no see!"

"Adrian!"

"It's you!"

The two arguing men suddenly stopped and looked at the man before them with disbelief in their voices.

Wasn't Adrian supposed to have died outside a long time ago?

How could he appear here?

Looking at the people from the Lucas family behind him, both Kyson and Leandro couldn't help but show a contemptuous and wary look.

Adrian now belonged to that group of devils. He had never been a good person when he was young, and now he was colluding with the enemy, making him someone to be guarded against.

"Adrian! You traitor to the family! How dare you come back!" The angry voice roarer, attracting the attention of everyone present.

When Adrian heard the word "traitor," a displeased expression appeared on his face, and his cold gaze swept over.

He strode over to the middle-aged woman who had spoken earlier and sneered, "Traitor? This word shouldn't be used like this, right? Wasn't it because of the scheming of my good elder brother, Layne, that I had to leave back then?"

He said it in a straightforward manner, showing no remorse in his conscience.

The woman grew even angrier and raised her hand, ready to slap him. But just as her hand reached out, Adrian tightly gripped it. He exerted force.

The sound of bones dislocating rang out, crisp like the breaking of shattered porcelain.

The woman's beautiful face instantly twisted with pain, and she glared at Adrian fiercely, taking a sharp breath.

Her other hand lifted and grasped Adrian's wrist, attempting to exert pressure.

Unfortunately, her strength didn't make Adrian feel any fear.

He smiled lightly, casually loosening his grip, and said, "Yvonne, you still have the same fiery temper as when you were young. You're almost fifty now, shouldn't you have mellowed out a bit?"

Ten years ago, she was a renowned diplomatic queen, but she retired early and became a visiting professor at the Onistead Foreign Language University, teaching English, French, and Russian.

In her youth, she was unquestionably a national heroine, and her beauty and temperament attracted the pursuit of many.

Unfortunately, Yvonne remained single and unmarried throughout her life.

The reason was that she had been waiting for a man.

But that man had been evading her all this time...

Yet she, a mere woman, had shouldered the burden of Wind Hall with her slender shoulders, waiting for his return one day.

This year, Yvonne was also one of the judges at the Abona Medical Tournament.

The remaining remnants of the Edwards family in Onistead couldn't find anyone suitable to take on this important role, so Wind Hall had no participants in the competition.

As an outsider among the judges,

Yvonne had the least power. Adrian dared to publicly break her wrist, and the members of the Edwards family behind Yvonne stood up one by one, forming a powerful backing and surrounding Adrian.

There was a clear tendency for a fight to break out.

But Adrian remained completely calm. He leisurely adjusted his white coat and pulled out the emblem on his chest to show it.

He smiled exceptionally brightly.

"See that? I've learned Thirteen Needles. Now I am a member of the Lucas family. Wind Hall seems to be on its last legs."

After his words fell, everyone from Wind Hall displayed expressions of incredulity.

Thirteen Needles was a unique technique of the Edwards family that only the family head could master.

Adrian had been expelled from the Edwards family by Old Mr. Edwards because he had stolen the secret manual. It was rumored that he took the upper half, while the lower half had been hidden in the ancestral shrine of Wind Hall in Onistead.

How did he learn Thirteen Needles?

No!

Yvonne claimed to be a member of the Edwards family, and most of her knowledge of Thirteen Needles came from Layne.

The importance of this technique was extraordinary.

If someone like Adrian obtained it, it would undoubtedly be a dangerous situation.

Stay calm.

She needed to calm down now.

Perhaps... Adrian was deceiving her?

"Why should I believe that you have learned Thirteen Needles? No one has made a breakthrough in a hundred years, and you only reached the eleventh level in your pursuit back then, right?"

As the former diplomatic queen, Yvonne remained unfazed even in the face of foreign heads of state. Even after hearing that Adrian had learned Thirteen Needles, she remained composed.

Adrian burst into laughter, his voice filled with a triumphant emotion.

"You don't have to believe me. I'll show you during the competition."

In the end, Adrian smiled and looked at the other disciples of the Edwards family. "As your elder, I have to remind you. Wind Hall is empty shell. I am now the true core of the Edwards family. If you want to have a bright future, it's best to choose to submit to me." NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

He was so arrogant. Could he really have learned Thirteen Needles?

The hearts of some of the remaining disciples of the Edwards family began to waver.

Although Wind Hall was one of the Four Halls, it was the least renowned, weakest in strength, and had the fewest members among them. Just as Adrian had said, many of them were already at the age of struggling to make a living.

Receiving meager salaries every month and working just as hard, it was indeed easy to feel lost.

The only reason they could still hang on until now was because Yvonne used her retirement funds to provide subsidies for everyone.

As for herself, she saved money to the point of not even being willing to replace a pair of stockings with a hole in them. She would mend and wear them again.

Her clothes were bought many years ago, and in truth, she had endured more hardship than anyone else over the years, suffering both physically and mentally.