For the next two months, Yvonne flew all over the country with the show''s crew. By the time filming ended and she returned to Istra, she was a shade darker.


    But Yvonne was naturally a couple of shades fairer than most, so even with a tan, she was still radiant.


    After her nended, she walked out of the airport and saw Sandra waiting to pick


    her up.


    "Ms. Garcia, what brings you here in person?" Yvonne, wearing sunsses and a mask, reached out to give Sandra a hug.


    "I just booked Daniel a guest spot on a reality show and saw him off. Your flight wasnding around the same time, so I figured I''d wait and we could head back together.


    Saves thepany a trip."


    Sandra replied with a smile.


    The two chatted happily as they walked out of the airport, with an assistant and driver trailing behind them with the luggage cart.


    The car left the airport and drove steadily toward the city.


    On the way, Yvonne received a call from Thomas.


    "Landed?"


    It seemed he knew her schedule like the back of his hand.


    "Yeah," Yvonne replied coolly, holding her phone.


    "You don''t have anything scheduled for tomorrow, right? Want to get out and rx a bit?"


    He didn''t just know her schedule; he knew her habits, too. She always took a few days to unwind after finishing a project.


    Yvonne hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "Okay."


    It was a good opportunity to meet with Thomas and make things clear. She had no romantic feelings for him, no ulterior motives.


    Yvonne returned to the apartment she was currently living in.


    A three-bedroom ce felt a bit spacious and quiet for one person.


    She suddenly found herself missing Helen and Bullet. Perhaps once you''ve experienced warmth and liveliness, you be more afraid of the cold and solitude.


    Yvonne quickly unpacked, took a shower, and went to bed early.


    The next morning, she woke up to a call from Thomas.


    "You up? I''m downstairs."


    "Yep, be right down."


    Yvonne had already put on light, no-makeup makeup. She was


    dressed in a casual knit sweater and


    à denim skirt, her long hair


    casually tied up in a messy bun. She looked even younger than her age, so youthful and vibrant.


    She took the elevator down, finding Thomas'' car parked right in front of the building entrance.


    He was standing beside the car, smoking. When he saw her approaching, he extinguished the cigarette and, like a gentleman, opened the passenger door for


    her.


    By the time Yvonne fastened her seatbelt, the car was already pulling out of theplex and heading toward the west side of the city.


    Neither of them spoke much during the drive, and the atmosphere was unusually quiet.


    Yvonne gazed out the window at the passing scenery, which grew more and more familiar.


    The car finally stopped in front of a private estate.


    This estate belonged to the Thompson family. In a city like Istra, where every inch of


    Yet the Thompson family had built a private estate spanning about five hundred acres,pletely closed to the public.


    The story went that when Emma


    was pregnant, she had an ident that nearly caused a miscarriage, forcing her onto bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy.


    Frank, who adored his wife, spent every moment he wasn''t working by her side in the hospital room.


    He felt for her during the difficult pregnancy and personally designed and built this private estate to make her happy.


    The estate waspleted around


    Bet''s first birthday. It featured a golf course, stables, a shooting range indoor sports facilities a swimming pool, and evenvishly built hot springs.