Wasn''t Bet on a mission? Why was he back so suddenly?


    Bet was eating breakfast. He heard her footsteps, nced up at her briefly, and then looked away.


    Yvonne silently took a seat across from him, and Helen handed her some utensils.


    Yvonne lowered her head and bit into a savory pastry, and the dining room fell silent.


    Bet finished the porridge in his bowl and wiped his lips with a napkin. He looked across the table, but all he could see was the top of Yvonne''s dark head and the pale nape of her neck.


    "I saw the rumors about you online this morning... Can you handle it yourself? If not, I..."


    Bet began tentatively, but he had barely finished his sentence when Yvonne cut him off.


    "I''ve already figured out a solution. You don''t need to trouble yourself, Mr. Thompson," Yvonne said, her voice muffled by the pastry she was eating.


    She quickly stuffed the rest of the pastry into her mouth and swallowed it down so fast she almost choked.


    After a few sharp coughs, she continued, "Also, I''ve imposed on you for long enough. Sandra has already bought a ce for me. I''m nning to move today."


    Bet''s eyes fixed on her for a moment before he replied tly, "Suit yourself."


    Then he stood up and walked out of the dining room.


    Yvonne quickly finished her breakfast and went back to her room to pack.


    She hadn''t lived there for very long, but she had umted a lot of things. Perhaps because she had lived here in her past life, she had instinctively treated it as home, like a little squirrel hoarding treasures. Now that it was time to leave, severalrge suitcases weren''t enough to hold everything.


    Yvonne couldn''t move it all by herself, so she had to call her driver and bodyguard to help, turning it into a full-scale move.


    As Yvonne watched her belongings being carried out one by one, just as she was about to leave, Bullet started barking and tugged at the hem of her dress, not wanting her to go.


    "Be a good boy, Bullet. I''lle back to visit when I can." Yvonne knelt and hugged him, but then she stood up and left.


    The door closed behind her, seeming to separate her and Bet into two different worlds.


    Yvonne moved into her new home.


    It was a luxury apartment downtown with 24-hour security. Sandra had bought both units on the floor-one for Yvonne, and the other for her bodyguards ensure her safety


    around the clock. Contént belongs to''


    Meanwhile, online, the child abuse scandal continued to escte, causing a huge uproar.


    The cease and desist letters sent out by herpany, threateningwsuits against the most active ounts, did nothing to stop the trolls. In fact, even more of them emerged.


    It was clear Oscar was trying to use this incident to crush herpletely.


    Sandra naturally came over to help Yvonne with the move.


    After they finished setting up the new ce, they bought groceries and made hot pot for their first meal, bringing a sense of warmth and life to the empty apartment.


    Sandra swirled a piece of meat in the pot with her chopsticks. "I had my assistant try to reason with Hans'' parents, to see if we could settle this privately and avoid court. But they wouldn''t budge. Now they don''t want five million


    anymore-they''re demanding ten."


    Sandra''s tone was full of scorn. She had felt a bit of pity, knowing that a conviction


    for defamation and extortion meant jail time, which would inevitably affect Hans'' future.


    She wanted to give the couple onest chance, but instead, she witnessed the shameless greed of people from the bottom rungs of society.


    "I''ve already filed a report with the police, and I''ve arranged for e


    reporters to be there. After we finish eating let''s go to Hans'' house."


    Sandra said, cing a piece of cookedmb into Yvonne''s bowl.


    Yvonne dipped the meat in sauce, ate it, and nodded.