Chapter 11

At these words, not only Butcher Bill but even I was stunned.

After thinking for so long, this was the conclusion Yvonne had come to.

Butcher Bill opened his mouth, but before he could defend himself, Yvonne exploded.

"You shameless creep! No wonder you can't have a son! You scumbag!" Yvonne grabbed a chunk of pork from the chopping board and hurled it at Butcher Bill.

In an instant, the entire farmers' market was in chaos, with pork flying everywhere.

Butcher Bill dodged the flying meat while glaring viciously at Yvonne.

But Yvonne, completely oblivious to the murderous intent in Butcher Bill's eyes, continued throwing meat and cursing.

Seeing the situation getting out of hand, I grabbed Yvonne's arm.

"Yvonne, stop fighting here. It's embarrassing. Let's go home," I said, trying to persuade Yvonne while dragging her out of the crowd.

Yvonne kept cursing as we left, while Butcher Bill's eyes grew colder by the second.

Back home, Yvonne was still fuming.

"Damn it, ran into a ghost when I went out. What rotten luck!" Yvonne angrily swept the cups off the coffee table.

I watched silently as she raged.

Why was Butcher Bill leering at Yvonne? Why did he know about the birthmarks on Yvonne's body?

That's because Butcher Bill was one of Yvonne's "clients."

The information in the group chat was confidential, so Yvonne didn't know that the person she had arranged was Butcher Bill.

But Butcher Bill had seen everything clearly.

After being humiliated by Yvonne today, would he just let it go?

Just after dinner, that evil group chat started buzzing with activity.

A user named "Rainy Night Butcher" openly tagged Yvonne:

"I'm coming to your place again tonight."