Bet spoke with her for a few more moments before the sound of knocking and someone reporting to a superior could be heard faintly in the background of the video.


    Bet clearly still had work to do, so Yvonne considerately ended the call first.


    She ced her phone on the desk, stood up, and went into the bathroom to remove her makeup and shower.


    When she came out of the bathroom, she saw her phone screen light up a few times. She walked over, picked it up, and saw a message from Bet.


    Bet: When are you back in Istra?


    Yvonne: The day after tomorrow.


    Bet: I''ll pick you up.


    Yvonne: Okay. She then sent him her flight number.


    Bet: Good. Rest well, goodnight.


    Yvonne: Goodnight.


    Yvonne had booked an early morning flight to Istra.


    The nended smoothly at Istra International Airport at eleven in the morning.


    When Yvonne walked out of the airport, Bet''s car was already waiting.


    Because Yvonne was a public figure, and airports were prime locations for paparazzi, neither of them spoke after they met.


    Bet took her luggage from her assistant and ced it in the trunk. If it weren''t for his exceptionally refined appearance and aura, one might have mistaken him for Yvonne''s driver.


    Yvonne opened the passenger door herself and got in.


    Bet then got into the driver''s seat, turned the steering wheel, and the car slowly pulled away from the airport.


    After entering the city, the car didn''t head towards Yvonne''s apartment but turned into a different district.


    "You''re not taking me home?" Yvonne turned to look at him, confused.


    "Mmm," Bet nodded, his hands


    on the wheel. "Noah and Karina


    invited me over for a meal, so I thought rd bring you along. Karina is cooking herself today. She''s probably making some of those savory slow-cooked dishes you like."


    Karina White''s family had built their fortune in the restaurant business. The White family now ran several hotel chains. While they werent in the same league as the elite families, they were still quite wealthy.  s?novels


    Noah Thompson had been frail since childhood and couldn''t join the military, so he learned business from his uncle, Frank.


    He and Karina had met during a business negotiation. Karina had inherited her family''s culinary skills and could cook exceptionally weft. It was said she conquered the man''s stomach b?f?re she conquered his heart.


    The gap between the White and Thompson families was vast, and Noah had faced considerable family pressure to marry Karina.


    When Yvonne had been with Bet before, she and Karina had gotten along reasonably well.


    Whenever Bet and Yvonne visited, Karina would personally cook for them. Yvonne always ate until she was stuffed.


    Noah''s father was a soldier and had always lived with Mr. Thompson Sr. in the militarypound.


    Thompson Manor was builtter by Frank. Although a floor was reserved for Noah, it would have been improper for a nephew and his wife to live there.


    So, the couple had always lived in a luxuryplex in Istra''s central district, in a duplex apartment of over two hundred square meters, with their daughter, Nina, and a live-in nanny.


    When Bet and Yvonne arrived, Karina was cooking in the kitchen. The nanny opened the door for them.


    "The young master isn''t back yet, but Madam is cooking. Please, have a seat, Second Young Master. I''ll go make you some tea," the nanny said before heading to the kitchte to brew two cups of tea.


    It wasn''t Yvonne''s first time at Noah''s home. Almost nothing had changed, except


    for a few more photos and award certificates of their daughter, Nina, in the living


    room.