The drive from the Spencer estate to Cherry Bay wasn''t short, taking nearly an hour. Without a key card, Yvonne had to park at the entrance of theplex. She got out with Bullet and didn''t have to wait long before Helen came rushing out to meet them.


    “Bullet!” Helen called out with a wide smile. Worried he might have grown distant, she held out a bag of his favorite treats.


    But Bullet, seeming to sense that he was about to be separated from Yvonne, showed little enthusiasm for Helen, ignoring the treats she offered.


    "Bullet, don''t be rude," Yvonne said, gently patting his head.


    Only then did Bullet lick at the treats Helen was holding. After finishing, he let out a couple of soft barks, as if to say thank you.


    "I can''t believe how well he listens to you, Ms. Jones," Helen remarked. "The other day, Ms. Walker tried to pet him, and he got so aggressive he scared her to tears." Realizing she''d said too much, Helen trailed off awkwardly.


    Yvonne unloaded Bullet''s toys and food from the car and handed them to Helen. Just as she was about to give some final instructions, her phone rang.


    She answered it, and her expression immediately changed.


    "Helen, I have to go. Please take good care of Bullet," Yvonne said quickly. She bent down and hugged the dog tightly. "Be a good boy for Helen, okay? I''lle visit you when I have time."


    Bullet whimpered in response, his eyes full of reluctance, but he obediently sat by Helen''s side, watching forlornly as Yvonne''s car sped away.


    Yvonne drove fast, finally pulling up in front of a five-star hotel. The entrance was already swarming with reporters. Wearing sunsses and a baseball cap, she managed to slip through the crowd and into the hotel.


    In the presidential suite on the top floor, Sandra sat in the living room, her face a grim, silent mask. The bedroom door was closed; Marina had locked herself inside.


    "Sandra! Where''s Marina? What happened?" Yvonne rushed in, slightly out of breath from running up.


    "You haven''t seen today''s entertainment headlines, have you?" Sandra said, her face tight with anger as she handed Yvonne her phone. "See for yourself."


    Last night, George had forced


    Marina to meet Mr. Ward at the hotel. Unbeknownst to them, a gossip columnist had been tipped off. Before dawn, the news that famous actress Marina had cheated on her fiance right before her wedding was the top trending story,plete with photographic evidence.


    When her fiancé found out, he had stormed into the hotel and caught them in the


    act.


    In the ensuing chaos, Mr. Ward was swiftly escorted out by his assistants and bodyguards, escaping without a scratch. Marina was left behind to face the fallout and the public humiliation alone.


    Yvonne was so furious she almost crushed the phone in her hand.


    "Where is she?" she asked, her voice tight.


    “She''s locked herself in the bedroom and won''te out," Sandra said, gesturing toward the closed door.


    Yvonne walked over and knocked, calling Marina''s name several times, but there was no response. Fearing Marina might do something drastic, she didn''t hesitate, She drew back, her feg and kicked the door hard, right next to the handle.


    The lock splintered, and the door flew open, revealing a dark, eerily silent bedroom.


    Marina was slumped on the floor beside the bed. Her clothes were rumpled, clearly thrown on in a hurry and her long hair was a tangled mess Her face was pale and streaked with tears, and her eyes were empty, as if she were in a tránce.