"I have a performance next weekend. Do you have time toe? I can save you a ticket,” Ynda said softly, lingering by the car instead of leaving right away after


    she got out.


    "Yeah," Bet murmured.


    "See you next week, then." Ynda smiled and gave him a little wave.


    Bet gripped the steering wheel, started the car, and drove away.


    As the car moved along the wide road, Ynda''s figure in the rearview mirror grew smaller and smaller until it vanishedpletely.


    The phone on the passenger seat suddenly rang. Bet kept one hand on the wheel and picked it up with the other.


    On the other end was his father Frank''s slightly heavy voice.


    "The warden at Ironhold was recently reced. Does that have anything to do with you? Bet, what exactly are you trying to do, reaching so far?!”


    Instead of answering directly, Bet chuckled lightly. "You''re well-informed, Dad."


    Frank was a businessman, and for a businessman, being well-informed was paramount.


    "Don''t get smart with me. If your grandfather and uncle found out about these little schemes of yours, they''d skin you alive," Frank grumbled at his son, though without any real heat.


    Mr. Thompson Sr. and Bet''s uncle were both military men. The former had long since retired and was living a quiet life in the old general''s residence, while thetter was still in the service, holding a high rank.


    Years in the army had forged an unyielding sense of principle in them. Mr. Thompson Sr. despised nothing more than his children or grandchildren abusing their power.


    "They won''t know if you don''t tell them," Bet said casually, turning the steering wheel.


    "You little rascal, trying to shut me up," Frank said, his fondness for his son overriding any real anger. "Your mother ising back this weekend. If you don''t have any duties,e home for dinner with us."


    "Okay," Bet agreed quietly. Still driving, he ended the call shortly after.


    Yvonne hadn''t taken on any new projectstely. Without the right script or role, there


    was no need to overexpose herself and wear out her poprity.


    With over a dozen endorsements under her belt, Yvonne had already joined the ranks of the industry''s rising stars. Sandra was currently in talks a top tier luxury jewelry, endorsement for her, and if itwent through, she would have to fly to Vorn.


    The ne tickets to Vorn were already booked when Sandra received another call from Howard.


    His voice on


    the phone was hoarse


    and choked with sobs as he pleaded, "Ms. Garcia, I know I shouldn''t. bother you again But Tracy''s gone, can''t find her anywhere. Her mental state isn''t good, and I''m so soared something will happen to her. Can you please help us again?"


    Since their child''s death, Tracy''s mental health had deteriorated. Howard had been juggling work and caring for his wife.


    When he came home from work today, he found the lock on their door broken and his wife gone.


    He had searched everywhere and asked all the neighbors he knew, but no one had seen her.


    Terrified that something had happened to his wife, his only option was to call Sandra. In Istra, she was the only influential person they knew.


    Sandra soothed Howard and then drove out with Yvonne to look for Tracy.


    Thepany''s security and assistants were also sent out to search.


    They searched for an entire day before finally finding Tracy on the roof of the hospital.


    It was the same private hospital owned by the Rogers Group where Hans had passed away.


    The ce Hans'' family rented was far from the hospital. Tracy had left without her phone or any cash, it; Was


    a mystery how long she must walked to get there.


    Her hair was a mess, her appearance was haggard, and she had even lost one of


    her shoes.