"This is Mr. Bet Thompson''s dog?" Teresa repeated, her tonepletely changed.


    She had been about to order the dog out, but now she immediately instructed the staff to prepare a special meal for him. The Spencer family''s chef pulled out all the stops, preparing a four-course meal for Bullet.


    It seemed the Thompson name was quite useful.


    Yvonne took her seat at the table and nced at the gift box in front of her.


    "There''s a gift for everyone in the family. That one is yours. See if you like it," Jeffrey said.


    Yvonne met his gaze, then slowly unwrapped the box. Inside was an emerald ne of good quality, likely worth as much as Queena''s designer bag.


    In the original Yvonne''s memories, whenever Jeffrey returned from a trip, he would bring Queena jewelry, luxury bags, or designer dresses. For Yvonne, it was always the same as the maids: chocte or candy.


    It seemed Jeffrey had finally learned to treat his two sisters equally.


    But the original Yvonne no longer needed it.


    And the current Yvonne needed it even less.


    She casually tossed the ne onto the table and said to the maid, "Can we eat now? I''m hungry."


    "The food is ready," Jenny replied, but her eyes flickered to Teresa, who was, after all, thedy of the house.


    "Clear the table. Let''s eat," Teresa said, seizing the opportunity.


    Dinner was a quiet, awkward affair.


    The only one unaffected was Bullet, who enjoyed his VIP-level four-course meal.


    After dinner, Yvonne went to the kitchen to get a yogurt from the fridge. She saw Queena instructing a maid to pour leftover soup into a thermos.


    "Matthew has a business dinner tonight. Drinking too much is bad for his stomach, so I''m bringing him some soup," Queena said, holding the thermos and looking at Yvonne. With a smug expression content


    "Your precious Matthew is about to go bankrupt and be a pauper, yet you''re still rushing to bring him soup. Are you addicted to ying the devoted girlfriend?" Yvonne retorted twisting the cap off here yogurt and taking a sip.


    "Thepany is just having some cash flow issues. Matthew will handle it. Yvonne, don''t think you can swoop in just because he''s at a low point. I won''t give you the chance."


    "Is that so? Well, good luck with that," Yvonne said, then turned and left the kitchen with her yogurt.


    She returned to her room and settled into a lounge chair by the doors. Bullety at her feet, and the two of them basked in the afternoon sun.


    The warm, gentle rays of the setting sun streamed through the window.


    Yvonne was just starting to doze off when someone knocked on her door. "Yvonne, may Ie in?" It was Jeffrey.


    “Come in,” Yvonne replied with a slight frown, a hint of annoyance in her voice.


    Jeffrey entered, holding the gift box. "You forgot your gift in the dining room. I brought it up for you."


    He ced the box on her table.


    Yvonne nced at it but said nothing.


    "Do you not like emeralds? What do you like? Tell me, and I''ll buy it for you next


    time,” Jeffrey said, a little awkwardly.


    "I don''t need anything," she replied coldly.


    Once, when Jeffrey had given the original Yvonne cheap choctes and candy, she had treasured them like jewels, hiding them away and savoring each piece Having been mistreated by her foster parents, she had never tasted anything so delicious.