A hand with long, elegant fingers closed around her wrist, the grip so tight it sent a jolt of pain up her arm.


    Yvonne spun around, her eyes meeting a pair of deep, dark irises.


    Her heart hammered against her ribs.


    Bet. What was he doing here?


    With his arrival, inclothes officers seemed to materialize out of thin air. The alley descended into a brief, chaotic struggle, and momentster, the men were subdued.


    "Sir, Mark got away. We only got one of them," an officer reported to Bet, his voice heavy with disappointment.


    Bet nodded silently, but his grip on Yvonne''s wrist never loosened.


    She tried to pull away, but he only held tighter, as if intending to crush the bones.


    Because she had interfered with a police operation, Yvonne had to go to the station for questioning.


    Just before she stepped into the police car, Bet finally let her go.


    In the sterile interrogation roomte that night, Yvonne sat facing the recording camera. A young male officer was taking her statement.


    “Name, age, upation. Why were you at the scene? What was the reason for the conflict with the suspect?" he asked, firing off the questions in rapid session.


    "Yvonne, eighteen, a student in the acting department at Istra Theater Academy. I''m in Vexel filming a movie..." As she was answering, the door opened.


    Bet walked in and sat down next to the officer. He held a lit cigarette between two fingers, the smoke curling around his face, obscuring his expression.


    Yvonne nced up at him. It was the first time she had seen him in uniform.


    Her eyes drifted to the insignia on his shoulder: a colonel, It figured. The man she had once


    ved was capable as ever, climbing the ranks


    in just five years.


    "Yvonne, is it?” the young officer prompted when she fell silent. "Why were you there? And why the confrontation?"


    “I saw that man grope a woman, so I followed him to teach him a lesson," Yvonne said smoothly.


    It was the story she hade up with on the way to the station.


    The original Yvonne''s life had no connection to Justin. She couldn''t very well exin that she was from another world.


    "So, you were just being a good Samaritan?" the officer asked, almostughing.


    "Yes," Yvonne replied, her eyes wide with sincerity.


    He clearly didn''t buy it and continued his questioning.


    But Yvonne, despite her youth, answered every question wlessly, as if she knew exactly how to handle a police interrogation.


    Aside from her identity, the officer,


    focused on Mark. As the elusive


    crime boss of Vexel, his identity was a mystery, and Yvonne was now the only witness to have seen his face.


    Yvonne couldn''t draw, but as a professionally trained officer, she could give a precise description of his features.


    Using her description, the police created aposite sketch.


    "Are you certain this is what Mark looks like?" the officer confirmed.


    Yvonne nodded. “Positive. And I heard the other man address him respectfully as ''Mark.""


    After a thorough inquiry, Yvonne''s identity checked out, and she was cleared of any suspicion.


    As she stood to leave, she passed by had


    Sett. The man who had bet


    smoking finally spoke Who smoking


    taught you hooke


    you how to fight?"


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