Chapter 532: Chapter 532
Yvette Ray sat in her seat, waiting for the plane to take off, her gaze unfocused, staring at the scenery outside the window.
Many people are boarding.
The bustling crowd placing their luggage, a lively and noisy scene, yet Yvette remained unmoved, as if she sealed herself in a small world.
Suddenly, a flight attendant approached Yvette and said, "Miss, hello, there was an error with your boarding pass, and we need you to cooperate by deplaning for information registration."
Yvette withdrew her gaze, nodded gently, "Okay, sure."
The ticket was bought by Eleanor Sterling for her, maybe there was a problem on Eleanor’s end.
Yvette didn’t think much of it, she stood up and got off the plane.
Not far away, a luxury car was parked, and beside it stood a tall, distinguished man, his eyes like a predator eyeing its prey.
An overwhelming and pressuring gaze locked onto Yvette, her whole body stiffened, and she immediately stopped in her tracks.
Ronan Keating! He was actually here.
Yvette didn’t move, knowing full well she couldn’t escape, with this man eyeing her, she could forget about leaving.
The man walked step by step towards Yvette, the pressure emanating from his whole body weighed on her like a thousand pounds, making her feel suffocated.
Ronan grabbed Yvette’s wrist, forcefully dragging her into the car.
In the bedroom, Yvette sat on a chair on the balcony, watching as the sunset gradually sank in the west, slowly retracting her gaze.
Eleanor had sent her to the airport, arranging for her departure, but unexpectedly, she was intercepted in the end.
Ronan had brought her to this villa, not knowing what he intended to do.
All her belongings were on the plane, at that time she hadn’t thought much, so she didn’t bring anything.
Now she was completely alone.
Yvette was waiting, waiting for Ronan to come find her, so she could negotiate with him, convincing him to let her go.
In the living room, Ronan walked in.
He was just about to go upstairs when the phone rang; it was Alaric Faulkner calling.
He stopped in his tracks, swiping to answer.
"Mr. Faulkner, what is it?"
Alaric’s voice sounded over the phone, deep and magnetic, "Are you looking for Sally? I happen to know her, I can introduce her to you."
Ronan’s eyes lit up with a hint of delight.
"Alright, I’ll right away..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a crashing sound from upstairs.
Ronan glanced up, changing his words, "I’ll contact you later, please do introduce us then, Mr. Faulkner."
After hanging up the call, Ronan briskly walked upstairs.
In the room, fragments were scattered all over, Yvette was crouching there, reaching out to pick up the broken glass pieces.
Ronan’s pupils tightened, his face instantly darkening, "Don’t move!"
Yvette looked up, watching him stride in cold-faced, he picked her up horizontally in a swift motion and walked out, entering another room.
He placed Yvette on the bed, turned around and locked the door, and at the sound of the lock clicking, Yvette’s heart skipped a beat.
Ronan turned to look at Yvette, gritting his teeth, "Can’t bear it?"
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And there was little Moira, for Moira Ray, she couldn’t possibly feel hopeless.
However, Yvette still sneered, "Mr. Keating, why did you bring me here? If not for you, I would already be in Aethelgard."
Hearing this, Ronan’s face darkened.