Meanwhile, Yvonne had already unpacked her suitcase, taken a shower, and was now lying on the sofa with a face mask on, talking to Sandra on the phone.


    Sandra: "Why didn''t you call me when younded?"


    Yvonne: "Bet picked me up from the airport."


    She briefly recounted how Bet had taken her to Noah''s house and everything that had happened afterward.


    After listening, Sandra sighed. "The Thompsons had their hearts set on Ynda as their daughter-inw. Now that Bet has broken up with her for you, they''re not going to be happy. You can expect them to give you a hard time."


    "Bet will handle it," Yvonne said, as if it were a given.


    Sandra: "You trust him that much?"


    "Yes," Yvonne replied without a second thought.


    Yvonne''s trust in Bet was always unconditional.


    "Filming for the show tomorrow starts at eight in the morning again. They''ve added a new segment with a guest star. The production team is keeping it under wraps, so we don''t know who your guest will be yet, but it''s probably someone you know."


    Sandra didn''t press further about Yvonne and Bet, shifting the conversation to business.


    "Okay," Yvonne acknowledged, not giving it much thought. Whoever the guest was, she would just treat them normally.


    "Get some rest and do well tomorrow. This show is getting good ratings. If you maintain this level of exposure, I can negotiate a better deal for your next script."


    After a few more instructions, Sandra hung up.


    Yvonne peeled off her face mask and went straight to her room to sleep.


    The next morning, her phone rm went off at seven o''clock sharp.


    Yvonne rubbed her eyes, climbed out of bed, washed up, and had breakfast.


    At eight, the show''s crew arrived on time to set up the cameras, finishing their work and leaving half an hourter.


    At nine o''clock, the doorbell to Yvonne''s apartment rang again. She went to answer


    it.


    When she opened the door, she


    found Thomas standing outside in casual clothes, holding a fruit basket and a gift box, looking every bit the houseguest.


    "Mr. Taylor?" Yvonne was a little taken aback.


    "Yvonne, good morning," Thomas greeted her with a smile.


    "I wasn''t expecting you. Please,e in." After her brief surprise, Yvonne politely invited Thomas inside.


    Thomas stepped inside, his long legs carrying him into the apartment.


    This was the first time Thomas had been to Yvonne''s apartment.


    The modest apartment was neat and clean, with a warm andfortable atmosphere.


    Thomas sat down on a light-colored fabric sofa, and Yvonne poured him a cup of warm herbal tea.


    The cup was fine bone china, as delicate as she was.


    Thomas took a sip. He couldn''t identify the specific type of tea, but it had a light,


    refreshing taste and was quite pleasant.


    "The tea is nice," heplimented.


    "Thank you," Yvonne epted with a smile.


    As Thomas sipped his tea, he made


    small talk with Yvonne "I saw the


    thought


    you had a big dog. Where is he?"


    "I was shooting on location for a while and didn''t have time to look after him, so I left


    him with a friend," Yvonne replied casually.


    Thomas nodded, still holding his teacup. "An old friend of mine-the one I mentioned before, who''s very skilled inbat—she also had a retred police dog that looked a lot like yours."


    Yvonne was about to turn on the TV, and her hand tightened on the remote.


    She had almost forgotten-Thomas might not recognize her, but he could recognize Bullet.