The Strongest General Has Returned

Chapter 5

Yvette's face turned pale. She realized it was about her daughter again.

Eight years ago, when Lyle decided to go abroad, Yvette went to the airport and saw him off. However, within three days, her father was punished and ousted from the Hale family for misappropriating family funds. The punishment wasn't limited to that—Yvette's entire family got blacklisted across Yeminville. Within hours, the scandal rendered them unemployable.

Once viewed as a talented and notable figure in Yeminville's business world, Yvette plummeted into poverty. She didn't even have the basic means to support herself.

Choosing not to give in, she endured ridicule and scorn, awaiting Lyle's victorious return after completing his mission overseas. Even during her pregnancy, she did odd jobs to earn money for her unborn daughter. But after Abigail's abrupt leukemia diagnosis, her lingering hope was shattered.

Amidst despair, Jasper offered a "helping hand." He got her a job at AmberEyes Nightclub. To cover Abigail's escalating medical expenses, Yvette had to wear revealing attire and put on heavy makeup every day to serve Jasper. To those who didn't know the truth, it seemed as though she was being kept by Jasper, moving in and out of high-end private rooms. In fact, Yvette was forced to drink a lot every day, yet she had never given up her dignity.

"Mr. Nolan, allow me to pour you a drink," Yvette said, forcing a wry smile. She feared the prospect of ending up in Jasper's bed, yet for the sake of her daughter, she knew she had no choice.

'It's been eight years. Lyle, if you were returning, you would have come back already. But where are you? Could you have died in battle?' Yvette murmured inwardly.

"Yvette, don't play dumb with me! I'm done supporting your useless daughter! I want her dead, do you understand?" Jasper erupted.

Yvette took a deep breath, and responded, "Mr. Nolan, please don't get mad at her. I've always done as you say. Please, don't do this to her. My daughter can't live without your help!"

Jasper sneered and retorted, "Do as I say, huh? Are you f*****g kidding me, Yvette? I asked you to sleep with me, but you refused me every time. Why should I pay for her treatment? Fine, if you don't want to do that, I'll just call the hospital right now and stop all her treatment!"

As Jasper spoke, a sinister grin appeared on his face. His gaze dripped with desire as he pictured the pleasure of possessing Yvette's body.

"Mr. Nolan, I..." Yvette's brow glistened with sweat. Jasper's resolve appeared unyielding today. Noncompliance could ruin Abigail's treatment prospects.

Jasper's face showed impatience. "Sit next to me," he ordered in a cold tone.

Yvette's eyes mirrored her internal turmoil. She thought for a moment and responded, "Mr. Nolan, you're the boss, and I'm just an employee. I'd better stand here." She found herself quite pathetic—she was frightened, yet she had to feign submission.

"I gotta say I'm impressed by your sharp tone, Ms. Hale. But I don't want you to sit next to me anymore." Jasper's impatience turned into mockery. Gesturing to his lap, he sneered and said, "I want you to sit here!"

Jasper had kept Yvette around for so long without forcing her because he enjoyed chipping away at a woman's pride until she submitted to him voluntarily. "And don't forget to lift your skirt! Let me see what you're wearing underneath."

Yvette's face contorted with shame. Her meager attire had already destroyed her dignity. Her eyes welled up with tears as thoughts of Lyle flashed across her mind. Perhaps if her husband were present, she wouldn't have to endure this.

"Are you playing hard to get or something? Come on, make love to me. I'll give you 10 thousand dollars every half hour!" Jasper enjoyed the scene before him. Witnessing the transformation of Yeminville's top beauty into his slave provided him with an unparalleled thrill. Smacking his lips, he pulled out a packet of white powder and dumped it into a glass before Yvette.

"That filthy little bastard needs to be hospitalized. But you, her mother, can't foot the hospital bill, can you? Well, if you can't swallow your pride, drink it. And then you'll be begging on all fours for me to f**k you."

Yvette looked at the white powder dissolving in the drink, tears streaming down uncontrollably. Despite her disdain for Jasper, she knew that without his help, Abigail might have met her end already. Her pride felt as weightless as the clothes she wore compared to her daughter's life.

'Lyle, where are you?' Yvette asked herself silently.

Jasper appeared to grasp her unspoken words. "Don't waste your thoughts on that piece of s**t who got you pregnant. He's been f*cking dead on the field. If not, where is he? He was absent when the Hale family cast you off. He was not around when you scavenged for scraps while pregnant. And he's absent now, when your daughter needs treatment."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm your savior, Yvette. Do you understand?"

'My savior? What kind of savior are you?' Yvette found it ironic. Drained of all energy, she lacked the strength even to cry. Words failed her as she picked up the drink and walked toward Jasper.

"If you had made this choice earlier, your daughter's condition wouldn't have worsened. Come on; drink it, and your daughter will survive!" Jasper said, his eyes gleaming with lust at the prospect of Yvette submitting to him.

BANG! The next moment, the door to the private room was kicked open forcefully. The man who barged in was none other than Lyle.