Her piano skills were subpar, but her singing was decent enough to make up for it.


    Yvonne hesitated for a moment before her slender fingers rested on the ck and white keys.


    It had been a long time since she''d touched a piano. She had never really learned properly, and now she''d forgotten almost everything. The only piece she could still remember was probably ''Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.''


    That was the song Bet had taught her, her hands resting on his as they yed together in rhythm.


    Yvonne lowered her gaze, her fingers pressing the keys from memory.


    After the intro, she began to sing.


    It wasn''t aplex piece, but Yvonne''s clear voice had an ethereal quality that captivated the audience.


    From the moment the intro began, Bet''s eyes were fixed on Yvonne, his gaze deep and unreadable.


    "Bet." Ynda felt a sudden, inexplicable panic seeing him watch Yvonne. She called his name softly, but he seemed not to hear, his gaze locked on the woman by the piano.


    When the song ended, Yvonne stood up, ced a hand over her heart, and bowed to the audience.


    Apuse erupted again, a clear sign of their approval.


    Amidst the apuse, Yvonne gracefully walked off the stage.


    "You always seem to have a surprise up your sleeve," Thomas said with a smile, walking over and handing her a ss of wine.


    Yvonne epted it with a smile. "You''re too kind, Mr. Taylor."


    As they were chatting, the distinct sound of shattering ss came from nearby.


    They instinctively turned to see a delicate, expensive crystal ss crushed in Bet''s hand, blood staining his palm.


    The people around them gasped in rm. Ynda, pale with fright, cried out, "Bet!"


    "Sorry, it slipped," Bet said, his expression cool and nonchnt he pulled a few tissues from a


    nearby box to wipe the blood from s hand


    Bet didn''t seem to care, but to


    everyone else, the heir to the


    Thompson family. I


    fortune getting


    injured was a major incident.


    Thomas looked visibly tense, and Karina quickly called for the club''s doctor to bandage Bet''s wound.


    Bet sat on a sofa while the doctor disinfected the wound, applied ointment, and carefully wrapped it in gauze.


    A crowd gathered around Bet: Ynda, Noah and Karina, as well as Thomas and Yvonne.


    "I''m fine, it''s just a scratch. You two should go entertain your guests," Bet told Noah and Karina.


    Seeing he wasn''t seriously hurt, Noah led Karina away with a sense of relief.


    They couldn''t just leave all their guests unattended.


    "You should get back to it, too. It''s your party, don''t let me ruin the mood," Bet then said to


    Thomas his gaze flicking almost imperceptibly towards Yvonne, who stood beside him. ''


    "Alright, but be careful. Don''t get the wound wet. If something happens to you here, your parents will have my head."


    With that, Thomas ced a hand on Yvonne''s waist, and they walked away together.