Yvonne walked over, pausing as she passed him.


    Bet looked up at her, his eyes deep and unreadable.


    "The Walker family is behind the Rogers family, aren''t they?" Yvonne stated, her tone more of a certainty than a question.


    The Rogers family had escaped disaster time and time again, and so easily. It was clear they had a more powerful backer.


    The Rogers family ran hospitals, and Ynda''s aunt was the head of the Health Bureau. Every time the Rogers family faced a public outcry and an investigation, they emerged unscathed, obviously protected by the bureau''s leadership.


    And this time, with Ynda''s cousin injured, the Rogers family had spared no effort to find him a liver, proving that the Walker family couldmand them.


    Thinking deeper, she realized Colin Gonzalez, George, and the Rogers family were likely all being controlled by the Walkers.


    With those three families raking in money through illicit means, Mr. Walker''s political career had flourished, paving a smooth path for him.


    No wonder she had been silenced by murder in her past life. She had run into the monolith that was the Walker family.


    Bet lightly tapped the ash from his cigarette but said nothing.


    Yvonne scoffed. "Take care of yourself, Bet. Don''t disgrace that uniform you''re wearing."


    With that parting shot, she walked away, her heels clicking against the floor as she brushed past him.


    Bet extinguished the cigarette and tossed it into a nearby trash can. His calm eyes followed Yvonne''s retreating figure until she disappeared down the hall.


    Yvonne returned to the private room to find that the dishes had arrived.


    Sandra was standing by the window, talking on the phone.


    Not wanting to disturb her, Yvonne sat down at the table and began to eat.


    Just as Yvonne finished a piece of ribs, Sandra ended her call.


    "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" Sandra asked,


    sitting down across from Yvonne and picking up her utensils.


    "Just tell me whichever you want. I have to hear both anyway," Yvonne said, her head slightly bowed as she chewed on some vegetables.


    Sandra said, “The bad news is, I heard on the grapevine that Mr. Walkeris getting another promotion. If he''s the Rogers family s main


    backer, taking him


    wn just a


    lot harder."


    Yvonne''s expression darkened slightly, but she just nodded. “And the good news?"


    “Our contact managed to get ced inside George''s prison. If we can get George to talk, it''ll be very difficult for the Rogers family to escape justice," Sandra exined. "Really?" Yvonne''s eyes lit up.


    "We couldn''t get anyone in for the longest time, but the prison recently got a new warden, and suddenly the changels opened up. If that''s not fate, don''t know what is," Sandra said.


    The news that they finally had a way in seemed to reignite their hope. Both Yvonne


    and Sandra felt their spirits lift, and they both ate an extra bowl of rice.


    When they went to pay the bill on the first floor, Yvonne ran into Bet and Ynda again.


    Bet was paying, with Ynda standing elegantly by his side.


    When she saw Yvonne approach, Ynda deliberately linked her arm with Bet''s in a gesture of intimacy.


    Yvonne, however, didn''t even nce their way. After settling her bill, she left without a word.


    "Why didn''t Ms. Jones even say hello? You were her savior, after all," Ynda murmured, watching Yvonne''s back as she walked away.


    Bet took out a cigarette and lit it.


    He took a drag, exhaling a thin


    Then he took th


    stream of smoke Then


    ck card from the cashier and said, "Let''s go. I''ll take you back."


    Mr. and Mrs. Walker had already left in their private car.


    Ynda followed Bet out of the restaurant and got into his car.


    Bet drove her to the orchestra hall, as she had rehearsal that afternoon.