"Mrs. Walker, now that you''ve reached that ''old and faded'' age yourself, have the men stopped looking your way?" Yvonne cut her off before she could finish.


    Yvonne was never one to take an insult lying down; she''d never lost an argument.


    Mrs. Walker''s face turned livid, but she maintained her high-societyposure, looking down her nose at Yvonne.


    "Even when I''m old and faded, I''ll still be Mrs. Walker. When you''re old and faded, you won''t be worth a dime," Mrs. Walker retorted, then turned to her daughter.


    "Ynda, people of our standing shouldn''t lower themselves by arguing withmoners. It''s beneath us."


    "I know, Mom," Ynda replied, shooting a triumphant, smug look at Yvonne.


    Yvonne truly didn''t understand what they had to be so proud of. Mr. Walker was a corrupt official; it was only a matter of time before the Walker family fell from grace. The fall from such a great height would not be pleasant.


    Just then, Bet''s Mercedes pulled up.


    He got out of the car, and upon seeing Mrs. Walker and Ynda, he nodded politely as a courtesy. "Mrs. Walker."


    Mrs. Walker shot him a cold nce and spoke in a lukewarm tone.


    "Bet, it''s understandable that men prefer young, fresh girls. But let me give you a piece of advice. If you want to y around, that''s fine, but don''t take it too far. A wonderful girl like Ynda has a line of suitors that could stretch from here to Vorn. She won''t wait for you forever.


    Don''t wait until you want toe back, only to be filled with regret."


    With that, Mrs. Walker took Ynda''s arm. "Ynda, let''s go."


    Bet tilted his head slightly, watching the arrogant pair walk away. A cold sneer touched his lips.


    "Have you been waiting long? Let''s go." His gaze softened as it fell back on Yvonne.


    He took her hand; it felt cool to the touch. He instinctively wrapped his palm around it, warming it as he led her to the car.


    The car left the private estate, cruising along the wide road until it entered the city center and stopped in front of Yvonne''s apartment building.


    "Want toe up for a bit?" Yvonne asked, unbuckling her seatbelt and turning to look at him.


    Bet''s grip on the steering wheel tightened for a moment before rxing.


    "Vonnie, don''t just invite men into your home like that," he said, ruffling her hair with a mix of affection and exasperation. "You''re acting like a naive teenager again I really don''t know what to do with you.


    "Go on back. Get some rest," Bet added, pulling his hand away.


    Yvonne returned to her apartment, kicked off her shoes, and tossed her coat onto the back of the living room sofa before grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.


    The evening news was on. Amidst the newscaster''s crisp, clear voice, a phone suddenly rang.


    Yvonne picked up her phone and saw a video call from Sandra.


    She answered, and Sandra''s face appeared on the screen, her brow furrowed in frustration.


    "Tomorrow is the second day of


    filming for the show. The production team''s feedback is that you need provide more content My dear you''re supposed to be working, not actually just lounging around."


    "What else am supposed to do + when I''m stuck in my apartment? I''ll bring Bullet over tomorrow to film with me, Yvonne said, cing her phone on a stand on the table, She chatted with Sandra while unboxing the gifts on her table.