"Ms. Walker and I have amicably broken up. Please don''t y matchmaker."


    As Bet''s words fell, a sudden silence descended upon the group.


    Emma''s face darkened slightly, while Ynda''s turnedpletely pale.


    Bet, however, paid no mind to their reactions. He handed his empty ss to a waiter and then, under everyone''s stunned gaze, strode onto the dance floor, walked directly to Yvonne, grabbed her hand, and pulled her away without a word.


    Steven could only watch, utterly dumbfounded, as Bet pulled Yvonne off the dance floor.


    He knew Thomas was pursuing Yvonne, but he never imagined she was also involved with the heir of the Thompson family.


    The other dancers also turned to look, their faces filled with astonishment.


    "Wasn''t that Mr. Bet Thompson? And who was that girl he just pulled away?"


    "I think she''s the real daughter from that whole Spencer family switched-at-birth scandal."


    "Isn''t she the James family''s granddaughter? I heard Mr. James Sr. has been scrambling to arrange marriages for the younger generation. I guess his granddaughter managed to snag Mr. Thompson. What a clever move..."


    Marcia, having changed into a new gown, returned to the banquet hall just in time to


    see Bet pulling Yvonne away. Her jaw nearly hit the floor.


    "You''ve really raised a fine daughter," she said, turning to Teresa with renewed


    sarcasm.


    "I really underestimated Yvonne. She''s quite capable, isn''t she? Seducing Mr. Taylor and now Mr. Thompson. It seems she learned some gutter-trash tricks from those country bumpkins, and they''re surprisingly effective on men."


    "My Letitia is just too innocent. She blushes just talking to a male stranger. How''s she supposed topete with professional yers like that?"


    "You... shut your mouth!" Marcia''s words were so vile that Teresa couldn''t help but snap back.


    "Why are you so angry? I''mplimenting your Yvonne. With such a wonderful daughter, you have a lot to look forward to Marcia sata, her face twisting into a sneer


    And on the other side of the room.


    Ynda remained by Emma''s side, her thirty-million-dor gown unable to hide her deathly pale face.


    Although no one would gossip to her face, whispers had already started to ripple through the crowd.


    "What was that about? So Mr. Bet Thompson and Ms. Walker already broke up?"


    "And here I thought Mr. Bet Thompson was so into her. I guess not. Men always want something new. Besides, Ynda is just average-looking."


    "The Walkers were always punching above their weight with the Thompsons. Ynda was already acting like she was Mrs. Thompson. Now that she''s been dumped I bet she''s crying her eyes out


    Emma was also furious that Bet would humiliate them so publicly.


    Seeing Ynda''s difort, she sighed and said, "I''m not feeling well. Ynda,


    could you help me upstairs to my room to rest for a bit?"


    “What''s wrong? Should I call a doctor?” Ynda asked with great concern, immediately supporting Emma.


    She knew that Emma was her biggest ally right now.


    Ynda''s concern was soothing to Emma. She patted Ynda''s hand and smiled. "I think I''m just tired


    from greeting all the guests. Just help me back to my room for a little rest."


    Ynda nodded and escorted Emma out of the banquet hall.


    Meanwhile, Yvonne was being pulled out of the banquet hall by Bet.