"Ma''am, Miss, Mr. Thompson is here," the maid said respectfully, knocking before entering.


    "Ben''s here to pick me up," Ynda eximed happily, jumping up from her chair and running out of the room, holding her skirt.


    "What''s the rush? So clumsy," Mrs. Walker chuckled helplessly.


    Bet''s ck Mercedes was parked in front of the Walker family''s vi.


    He stood by the car, his straight back leaning lightly against the door.


    "Ben." Ynda gracefully walked up to him, holding her dress.


    "Finished with your makeup? I''ll take you to the concert hall." Bet''s gaze was calm and gentle. He acted the perfect gentleman, reaching behind him to open the car door.


    Just as Ynda settled into Bet''s car, Mrs. Walker came out of the vi.


    "Mrs. Walker," Bet greeted her politely.


    Mrs. Walker smiled and nodded. "Drive safely. After the concert,e back with Ynda. I''ll have the cook make some of your favorite dishes, and you can have a few drinks with Mr. Walker."


    Bet smiled warmly and nodded, neither agreeing nor refusing. He then walked around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and got in.


    Mrs. Walker watched Bet''s car drive out of the Walker family''s estate before turning back inside.


    Bet and Ynda arrived at the concert hall early.


    Ynda went straight backstage to prepare, while Bet went into the hall alone, found his seat with his ticket.


    He probably hadn''t expected to find Yvonne and Sandra in the seats next to him.


    The two were whispering to each other, seemingly discussing the uing performance.


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    Bet sat down in his assigned seat. Yvonne, likely sensing someone had sat beside her, nced over instinctively. When saw Bet, her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes widened i surprise.


    Bet looked at her too. Their eyes met for a brief moment before he looked away.


    Neither of them spoke. Soon, the lights in the concert hall dimmed, and all the


    spotlights focused on the stage. The concert began.


    Yvonne had been dragged here by


    Sandra, whosete husband had loved ssical music. Sandra had gotten two vip tickets from a friend and insisted Yvonnee along.


    If Yvonne had known she would run into Bet, she would have refused toe, no matter what.


    Ynda, the piano princess, was the undeniable star of the concert. Her piano ying was wless, truly world-ss.


    Under the spotlight, she seemed to glow, looking absolutely dazzling.


    It was no wonder Bet would fall for her, Yvonne thought to herself.


    Yvonne wasn''t interested in ssical music to begin with, and now her mind was


    even more distracted. Just then, her phone vibrated in her purse.


    She took it out and saw that it was a call from her assistant.


    Yvonne stood up with her phone, intending to go outside to take the call.


    To avoid blocking the view of the audience behind her, Yvonne hunched over slightly as she made her way out of the row.


    "Excuse me, pardon me,” Yvonne said politely in a low voice. However, as she passed by Bet, her foot suddenly caught on something Already bent over, she lost her


    bnce and fell directly onto


    Bet''sp.


    Yvonne''s entire body went rigid when she felt his warm hand wrap around her slender waist.


    "S-sorry," Yvonne stammered, scrambling off of him as soon as she came to her senses.


    Bet just looked up at her coolly and replied, "It''s fine."


    Yvonne went out to take the call and didn''t return to her seat before the concert ended.