The young master finally lost control and began to cower and scream in agony.
"This...Miss...I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to, I...I...I apologize to you...Ahhh—"
His cries were deafening, shattering the tranquility of the yacht club.
Drip, drip, drip.
A clear sound of water reached her ears. Ye Ningwan released her grip, took a few steps back, and coldly glared at the young master, letting out a mocking laugh.
"I thought it was something powerful, that it would pee its pants from such a light scare."
She pinched her nose and waved her hand dismissively.
"It stinks! It's disgusting!"
After saying that, Ye Ningwan waved her hand and casually tossed the steak knife in her hand onto the table from a distance of two or three meters.
"Clang!"
With a resounding clang, the steak knife pierced right in front of the young man's eyes. The tip even grazed his eyelashes; if it had been just 0.1 cm closer, it would have blinded him!
"ah--"
After a blood-soaked, desperate scream like a pig being slaughtered, the young master, whose clothes were covered in blood, fainted and slid off the table, collapsing into the filth he had spilled onto the floor.
Ye Ningwan clapped her hands, glanced at the waiter who was peeking from the corner, and asked in an annoyed tone.
"Didn't you see my seat was dirty? Couldn't you come up and give me a different one? You charge such high membership fees, and this is how you serve your customers?"
Upon hearing this, the waiter who had served Ye Ningwan was about to step forward.
"Miss Ye..."
Before he could utter a word, a man in his thirties wearing a light gray suit walked over and politely gestured for Ye Ningwan to enter.
"Miss..."
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