They were just young boys, and Yvonne beat them up in a matter of seconds. It was only a pity that she spilled her latte.

She bent down, terrifying the blond boy half to death. His face paled as if he'd just seen a ghost.

"Do you have money? Pay me back for my latte," Yvonne said.

"I—I do. Don't hit me." He quickly took out whatever money he had on him and pushed it into Yvonne's hands before getting up and fleeing the scene.

"Hey!" Yvonne yelled, but the boy ran even faster.

Yvonne was hel