Teresa was trembling with rage but was at a loss for words.


    Steven emerged from the dining room just in time to see Yvonne send Jeffrey flying with a kick.


    The move was so clean and sharp, more impressive than anything in an action


    movie.


    For a moment, Steven just stood there, stunned.


    Yvonne shot him a nce, her eyes full of pride and disdain. Then, without another thought for him, she turned and walked out.


    With Teresa''s help, Jeffrey finally managed to get back on his feet.


    “Jeffrey, are you alright? Are you badly hurt? Should we go to the hospital? That little monster, Yvonne, attacking her own brother so viciously."


    Teresa cursed in anger.


    “I''m fine, it''s just some scrapes. Yvonne knows what she''s doing; she didn''t hit anywhere vital,” Jeffrey said, defending Yvonne.


    Only then did he look up at Steven.


    "Mr. Hughes, my sincerest apologies. As you can see, my sister has a very... spirited temperament. She certainly wouldn''t make a suitable Mrs. Hughes. I think we should forget about the alliance."


    "You''re too kind, Mr. Spencer. On the contrary, I find your sister quite... interesting," Steven said with a half-smile.


    Jeffrey was taken aback, unable to decipher Steven''s meaning.


    "Mrs. James, thank you for having me, but I must be going. I still have that meeting.


    I''ll pay another visit soon," Steven said, taking his leave.


    Teresa obsequiously saw him to the door.


    ...


    After leaving Teresa''s house, Yvonne drove back to her apartment downtown.


    She didn''t have a housekeeper, and having been away for two days, the apartment felt empty and cold.


    She entered the apartment, turned on the lights, tidied up a bit, and prepared to take a shower.


    Just as Yvonne stepped into the bathroom, her phone, which she''d tossed onto the vanity, started vibrating.


    She answered the call and put it on speaker, tying up her hair as she talked.


    "I''ve sent tomorrow''s schedule to your phone so take a look. You have promotional events tomorrow and the day after, and a banquet on the weekend. For the gown and jewelry, do you want to choose them yourself, or should I help?"


    "You can decide,” Yvonne said casually.


    "Are you sure you don''t want to put more thought into it? The weekend banquet is hosted by the Thompson Group You''ll be meeting your future inws. Don''t you want to make a good impression?" Sandra teased.


    "If they don''t like me, it wouldn''t matter if were covered in gold bars.


    Bet says I''m going to be


    spending my life with him not his parents. He''ll handle them.


    Yvonne said matter-of-factly as she finished tying her hair.


    Hearing this, Sandra couldn''t help but give a thumbs-up. “Mr. Bet Thompson is a real man."


    "He''s always been a good person," Yvonne replied earnestly.


    "How long have you known him? How can you be so sure he''s a good person? Men are masters of disguise,” Sandra added with augh.


    Yvonne couldn''t exin to Sandra that she had known Bet for a very, very long time-from her past life to this one.


    On the weekend, Yvonne was woken up bright and early by a call from Sandra.


    Yvonne dragged herself out of bed, and after washing up, she felt much more awake.


    Sandra''s car was already waiting downstairs. With no time for breakfast, Yvonne changed clothes and headed out.


    The car finally stopped in front of a high-end couture boutique.


    Because they had an appointment, the manager and staff were already waiting.


    Yvonne was a rising star, so no one would dare to slight her.


    “Ms. Jones, Ms. Garcia, please follow me.” The manager smiled respectfully, leading them to a VIP suite on the second floor.


    As they passed through the second-floor showroom, Yvonne paused for a moment.