YIREN'S POV
"Where is she?"
I scramble backward as Yifan barges inside, scanning the room for certainly Valentina. The other four men who look like bouncers dressed in black, check the bathroom, behind the curtain, inside the closet, damaging the property as they go.
"I. ASK. WHERE IS SHE?"
I tip my chin up, "I'm not your puck bunny you can talk like this."
"Bloody whore," three aggressive steps and he grabs my arms with a force that his nails dig into my skin, "I'm going to enjoy beating this attitude out of you just like others."
My brows furrow.
"Tell me where is Valentina or else—"
"Or else what?"
The color from Yifan's face vanishes.
I smile, my confidence climbing high, "Your daddy is standing behind your back. I challenge you to use that word in front of him."