After Hans'' funeral concluded, Sandra drove his parents home before leaving.


    "It''s been a long day. Are you hungry? Want to get something to eat?" Sandra asked, ncing at Yvonne in the passenger seat as she gripped the steering wheel.


    "Yeah," Yvonne nodded.


    While driving, Sandra used the navigation to find a high-end restaurant nearby.


    When they arrived, they learned the restaurant was so popr that reservations were required.


    Yvonne was about to turn and leave when the manager recognized her.


    "You''re Yvonne, right? I''m a huge fan! Could I get your autograph?" the manager asked excitedly.


    Even with a mask and a baseball cap, fully disguised, she had been recognized. The manager must have been a true fan.


    Yvonne signed an autograph and even took a photo with him.


    A high-end restaurant like this was always booked, but they surely kept a private room or two in reserve for unexpected visits from influential people they couldn''t afford to offend.


    The manager had a waiter lead them to one of these reserved rooms.


    Yvonne thanked the manager, and she and Sandra headed upstairs.


    As they reached the second floor, they unexpectedly ran into the Walker family.


    Ynda, dressed in an exquisite gown, was holding onto Mrs. Walker''s arm.


    Mrs. Walker wore a magenta dress, exuding an air of nobility and grace. Beside her was her husband.


    Mr. Walker appeared more understated and was speaking quietly with Bet, who was standing next to him.


    The Walker family was likely just as surprised to see Yvonne. Ynda''s brow furrowed slightly as she leaned in and whispered something in Mrs. Walker''s ear.


    After listening, Mrs. Walker''s cool gaze fell upon Yvonne, her eyes full of scrutiny.


    "So this is the Ms. Jones that Bet rescued. She is indeed a beauty."


    Hearing this, Mr. Walker als was nee


    to look at Yvonne. His gaze was


    intense and domineering, a


    reflection of his years in a high


    position of power content belongs


    If Yvonne were just an ordinary young woman, she might have been intimidated.


    But as a top police cadet who had navigatedplex situations while


    jabe


    undercover, she wasnt about to cowed by a powerful man''s stare.


    "Ms. Walker, Mr. Thompson. What a coincidence," Yvonne said, nodding to them with a polite yet distant air.


    As for Mr. and Mrs. Walker, Yvonne didn''t know them, so she simply ignored them.


    They were strangers, and it didn''t matter if they were the king and queen of the world; they had nothing to do with her.


    Bet nced at her, then quickly looked away. He turned to Mr. Walker and said, "The food is ready. Let''s go ahead.”


    "Alright," Mr. Walker nodded.


    Yvonne watched impassively as the Walker family and Bet walked past her.


    "Yvonne," Sandra said, gently tugging on her arm, a hint of worry in her eyes.


    "I''m fine. Let''s go eat. I''m starving," Yvonne replied, a faint, slightly bitter smile on her lips.


    She didn''t have the energy to waste on sorrow right now. She needed to eat, to regain her strength for the fight ahead to find more evidence to bring the wicked to justice, and to prevent more innocent people from being harmed.


    Yvonne and Sandra were shown to a private room.


    Yvonne took the menu and asked the waiter to rmend a few of their signature dishes.


    Because the restaurant was so busy, the food took a long time to arrive.


    Growing impatient, Yvonne stood up and went to the restroom.


    When she came out, she saw Bet standing by arge open window in the empty hallway, head down, smoking a cigarette.