Yvonne still looked nonchnt.


    With her cards on the table, Queena''s expression turned even uglier. "The evidence I have isn''t enough to take down the Rogers family, but if you want to bring them down, you''ll need it sooner orter. Besides, I know a secret: the Rogers family''s hospital is involved in organ trafficking. I don''t have proof, but I overheard Oscar discussing it with his secretary."


    Yvonne''s gaze turned icy. She hadn''t realized the Rogers family was so depraved.


    Seeing Yvonne''s silence, Queena grew more desperate, on the verge of tears. "Yvonne, please, will you help me? I''ll die if I don''t get away from the Rogers family." "Queena, are we close? Why should I help you?" Yvonne remained unmoved.


    Queena was clearly taken aback. Obviously, she hadn''t lost her memory and recalled how she used to bully the original owner, stealing her parents, rtives, and fiancé.


    "Yvonne, you can''t me everything on me. If Mom and Dad truly loved you, my instigations would have been useless. And if Matthew had been truly faithful to you, I could never havee between you."


    For a moment, Yvonne found herself unable to refute Queena''s words.


    It was true. Ultimately, the original owner''s tragedy wasn''t caused by Queena alone.


    It was that the people she loved had never loved her back.


    Seeing Yvonne''s continued silence, Queena''s eyes reddened with anxiety, and she nearly lost herposure.


    She knew Yvonne was herst hope. No one else could help her.


    "Yvonne, I''m sorry. It was all my fault. But I don''t deserve to die for it. Please, I''m begging you, save me," Queena pleaded, pping herself hard across the face.


    Queena didn''t hold back; her face was already swelling from the force of her own ps.


    Yvonne couldn''t forgive Queena on behalf of the original owner, but as a police officer, she couldn''t stand by and watch the Rogers family torture Queena to death either.


    "Give me the evidence. I can arrange for you to leave the country."


    Hearing this, Queena felt as if she''d been given a new lease on life and burst into tears of joy.


    After crying, she quickly touched up her makeup, left the restroom, and returned to Oscar''s side.


    "What took you so long?" Oscar asked, annoyed. Then he noticed her slightly swollen face. "What happened to your face?"


    Queena instinctively covered her cheek, at a loss for words as panic shed in her eyes.


    Seeing her reaction, Oscar''s face hardened. "What exactly is going on?" he demanded.


    Queena was terrified of Oscar''s anger, and her body began to tremble uncontrobly, shaking like a leaf.


    Just then, a crisp female voice came from behind them.


    "I did it. What, are you going to hold me ountable, Mr. Rogers?" Yvonne strode


    over, looking arrogant.


    "Only Mr.


    gers would treasure a


    bet


    bastard like her. Stay away from me. Trom now on. Otherwise, sia


    p you


    every time I see you."


    With that, Yvonne turned and left with an air of superiority.


    Oscar''s gaze on Queena softened, his suspicions ayed.


    "Your sister has some skills,tching


    onto Mr. Thompson. I don''t care. what history you two have but you stay away from her and don''t cause me any trouble, understand?"


    "I understand," Queena replied, lowering her eyes and nodding obediently.


    After her meeting with Queena, Yvonne was ready to leave.


    But just


    out of


    she she was about to step


    Walker family''s main gate,


    heard the sound of a piano from


    inside the mansion


    A familiar melody, a familiar rhythm. It was "Mariage d''Amour," yed by Bet.