"Here''s your new identity. Use it to hide out abroad for a while. After that, you can go wherever you want." Yvonne tossed a file folder to Queena containing identification and other rted documents.


    "How am I supposed to live once I''m abroad?" Queena asked, pushing her luck after taking the documents.


    Yvonne almostughed out of sheer exasperation.


    "Before the Spencer family went bankrupt, George gave you half his fortune. Even if the Rogers family controls most of it, I don''t believe you didn''t keep something for yourself. Queena, you should know that I don''t owe you anything. I have no obligation to take care of you for the rest of your life. And another thing, if you don''t want to go, I can take you back right now."


    With that, Yvonne immediately turned the steering wheel, ready to head back.


    Seeing this, Queena panicked. "No, I don''t want to go back! I can go abroad alone. I can manage on my own."


    Yvonne shot her a look. It would have been better if she had been this sensible from the start.


    Yvonne''s car sped all the way to the airport.


    Carrying the documents and a small suitcase Yvonne had prepared for her, Queena hurried into the departure lounge.


    However, they hadn''t expected the Rogers family''s bodyguards to react so quickly and track them all the way to the airport.


    "How did they know we wereing to the airport?" Yvonne asked Queena, her face grim.


    Queena''s face went pale, and she shook her head frantically, looking as if she was about to cry.


    Yvonne seemed to realize something, snatched Queena''s phone, and sure enough, found a tracking device on it.


    Yvonne cursed under her breath and pulled Queena into a restroom.


    "Take off your clothes!" Yvonne said as she started unbuttoning her own shirt.


    Queena was stunned for a moment before realizing that Yvonne wanted to swap clothes with her to lead the Rogers family''s bodyguards away.


    Queena was still in her formal dress. She took it off and handed it to Yvonne.


    After changing into the dress, Yvonne instructed Queena, "Stay" hidden in the restroom. I''ll lead them away Your flight leaves in twenty minutes. Wait ten minutes, then go straight to the gate."


    After speaking, Yvonne quickly adjusted the dress and walked out of the restroom.


    "Yvonne!" Queena called out to her, her voice choked with emotion and her eyes welling with tears.


    "Yvonne, thank you. And I''m so


    sorry. I shouldn''t have treated you that way before. But I was just so scared. lived in the Spencer family for over a decade, and then one day, my mom, my dad, and my brother suddenly became yours. I was terrified you would take them from me, that they wouldn''t love me like they used to, so I kept framing you, trying to drive you away.


    "But when I finally hit rock bottom, the person who helped me was you."


    Yvonne nced at Queena''s tear-streaked face but felt no sympathy or pity.


    Compared to the original owner''s tragic life, Queena''s plight was hardly deserving of sympathy.


    "The Yvonne you knew is long dead. If you want to apologize, you can do it in hell," Yvonne said before turning and leaving.


    The Rogers family''s bodyguards


    were searching the airport. When they saw Yvonne wearing a dress and hair essories identical to Queena''s, they immediately gave chase.


    Yvonne couldn''t engage them in a physical confrontation yet, or she would be exposed.


    She could only run and hide. In her haste, she burst into the VIP lounge.


    The Rogers family''s bodyguards, seemingly unfazed, followed her inside.