"Mr. Cooper, from the Istra Martial Arts Academy," Yvonne replied without missing a beat.


    A simple lie like "I''ve been training non-stop? might work on the Spencers, but Bet required a more careful approach.


    Mr. Cooper was a formerrade of Bruce''s who had retired due to injury and now taught at the academy. He had been Yvonne''s first martial arts instructor.


    After the original Yvonne was rescued from her adoptive parents, her health was poor. Yvonne had sent her to Mr. Cooper for a while to build her strength and learn self-defense.


    But the girlcked perseverance and quit after a short time.


    Still, the connection existed, giving the police a verifiable lead if they chose to investigate.


    "At your age, it''s impossible to be that skilled,” Bet stated, his dark eyes seeming to see right through her.


    Yvonne''s hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. He was right, but she couldn''t admit it.


    "Officer, have you ever heard the word ''prodigy''?" she asked, batting her eyshes with an air of pure innocence.


    Bet stared at her for a long moment before his gaze shifted away.


    "We can''t confirm Mark''s identity yet. As the only witness, you need to be careful. If you''re in any danger, call the police immediately."


    His tone was detached, all business. With that, he stood up and left.


    It was nearly dawn when Yvonne walked out of the police station.


    A white Audi A6 was parked at the curb. The door opened, and Sandra got out.


    "Sandra, what are you doing here?"


    "You get yourself into enough trouble tond in a police station while on a film shoot. Where else would be? Sandragetorted ushering her into the passenger seat.


    The Audi moved smoothly down the road.


    As she drove, Sandra asked for the full story.


    Yvonne gave her a brief rundown, concluding with, "The man, Justin, was apparently Mr. Gonzalez''s


    former special Gonzalen?


    assistan


    Lever imagined he''d be mixed up with a


    crime boss like Mark."


    Sandra''s grip on the steering wheel tightened. She nced at Yvonne. "Do you... know something?"


    Yvonne was a Spencer and the future daughter-inw of the Gonzalez family. It wasn''t impossible that she knew more than she was letting on.


    "I only know that what goes around,es around," Yvonne said quietly.


    Sandra let out a cold, disappointedugh. “Such a naive little girl, still believing in that sentimental nonsense."


    "You don''t?" Yvonne asked, her eyes bright.


    Sandra stared at the road ahead. After a long pause, she said, “I used to.”


    Years ago, her husband had


    discovered irregrities in the Gonzalez Group''s ounts. He had


    gathered evidence and reported it to


    the police. But before an official


    investigation was, even


    she received news of his death.


    Then she met Yvonne, who had told her that justice might be dyed, but it would never be denied.


    But then Yvonne had died, too, leaving Sandra alone. She didn''t know how much longer she could hold on.


    "You''ve been up all night. Get some rest. You have to be on set this morning," Sandra said, her voice t as she pushed her own memories away.