Mr. Walker Sr. had retired from his post several years ago and had be increasingly low-key, even holding his birthday party at home.
The Walker family didn''t have many servants, but they were efficient, orderly, and well-disciplined.
As soon as Bet''s car entered the courtyard, a servant informed Ynda.
Ynda ran out excitedly, but her smile froze on her face when she saw Yvonne getting out of Bet''s car.
However, after getting out of the car, Bet and Yvonne exchanged no words and went their separate ways.
Ynda breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to Bet. "What took you so long? Grandpa has been asking about you."
"I left Grandpa''s gift at the apartment, so I had to go back for it. That''s what dyed me," Bet exined.
"Oh, so you went back to the apartment. No wonder you arrived with Ms. Jones," Ynda said, her tone casual but clearly probing.
"Yes. It was on the way, so I gave her a ride," Bet replied, his voice t and calm.
Ynda tactfully dropped the subject, taking his arm as they walked into the vi.
Meanwhile.
Yvonne had spotted Queena.
However, Queena was by Oscar''s side, exchanging pleasantries with the Walker family patriarch.
When Queena saw Yvonne, she became visibly distracted. Forcing herself to remain calm, she waited for an opportunity and then said to Oscar, "My stomach feels upset. I need to use the restroom."
"Is it that time of the month?" Oscar nced at her. "Go on, but be quick."
Queena hurried to the restroom. She sat down on a toilet, took out her phone, and had just dialed Yvonne''s number when she heard a phone ringing from behind the next stall door.
Queena pushed open her stall door and saw Yvonne leaning against the sink.
"When did you get in here?" Queena asked, surprised.
Yvonne''s beautiful, fox-like eyes arched slightly as she gave her azy look. "Queena, you don''t have much time, do you? Are you sure you want to waste it on trivial questions?"
Queena finally cut to the chase. "Thest time visited Dad in prison, he told me you were the one who put him there. He said you''re also trying to investigate the ! Rogers family and Warned me to stay away from you."
"Oh? Then why didn''t you listen to him?" Yvonne asked with a lightugh.
Queena''s red lips tightened, a bitter expression on her face. Despite the heavy makeup, she couldn''t hide her haggard appearance.
It seemed the Rogers family was treating her very poorly indeed.
"Your father is in prison because he broke thew and is now facing the consequences, not because of me. As for the Rogers family, if they hadn''tmitted any crimes, they wouldn''t be afraid of an investigation."
Yvonne continued in a slow, deliberate tone.
Queena couldn''t argue and grew more agitated. "Yvonne, I don''t care why you''re investigating the Rogers family. I just want to make a deal with you."
"A deal with me?" Yvonne echoed.
Queena nodded. "Before he went to prison, Daddeft me
something evidence of the Rogers family''s crimes. If you can help me get away from them, get me out of the country, or to a ce where they can''t find me, I''ll give you the evidence."
"It''s funny, isn''t it? You were so desperate to marry into the Rogers family and be their young mistress, and now you''re just as desperate to leave," Yvonne said with a cold sneer.
Queena''s face paled, her expression turning ugly.
George thought that by holding
something over the Rogerses, he could secure a lifetime of wealth and
likely for his datetime of
luxury for his daughter But a
dynasty like the Rogers family, built
over generations, wouldn''t be so
easily manipted.
Not only had Queena failed to get what she wanted, but she had be a caged animal. If she didn''t escape soon, she would be trapped there forever.
"That evidence you have probably isn''t enough to bring down the Rogers family, is
it? Otherwise, you could have just gone to the police yourself instead ofing to
me."