"Are you tired?” Bet asked. "Finish this, then get some rest.”


    "Mm-hmm." Yvonne took the ss of milk and sat on the edge of the bed to drink it. Once she was done, she flopped back onto the mattress, sighing, "I didn''t realize a ten-hour drive could be so exhausting."


    Bet sat down beside her, stroking her hair affectionately.


    Her freshly dried hair was soft, wrapping around his slender fingers. "Just sleep for a


    bit if you''re tired. I''ll wake you when breakfast is ready."


    "Aren''t you going to sleep with me?" Yvonne asked, her clear eyes looking up at him.


    Bet chuckled at her question. "Of course."


    Theyy down together on therge,fortable bed, and Yvonne naturally nestled into his arms.


    Holding her soft, warm body, his breathing grew ragged, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.


    Their mouths met, their breaths mingling.


    But it went no further than kissing and holding each other. After all, Helen would be back with Bullet any minute, and Bet had no desire to be interrupted mid-act again.


    After their kiss, Bet held Yvonne close as they drifted off to sleep.


    Before long, Helen returned with Bullet on his leash.


    Seeing the master bedroom door shut, Bullet dutifullyy down in front of it to stand guard.


    Helen washed her hands, tied on an apron, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.


    Once breakfast was ready, she walked to the bedroom door and knocked softly. "Bet, Yvonne, breakfast is ready. You should eat while it''s hot. You can sleep more after."


    Neither Bet nor Yvonne had been in a deep sleep, so they got up quickly.


    When they entered the dining room, the table wasden with avish and bountiful breakfast.


    Yvonne picked up her spoon to eat some soup, while Bet used a fork and knife to put some other food on her te.


    "Helen''s cooking is still the best. The food from the service station was just awful," Yvonne couldn''t help butin.


    "Then eat some more." Helen beamed at the praise. "Are you two eating at home tonight? I can make some soup for you."


    "There''s an auction this afternoon, so we''ll probably eat out tonight. Please don''t go to any trouble," Bet said.


    "A jewelry auction?" Yvonne asked, puzzled.


    “No, and auction,” Bet replied.


    That afternoon, Yvonne went out with Bet.


    Thend auction was not as lively as


    one for jewelry or antiques. The attendees were all heads or heirs of major corporations, bidding on parcels ofnd worth billions. Every face in the room was etched with seriousness and caution.


    Bet''s seat was in the front and center. Regardless of the asion, his status as


    the heir to the nation''s wealthiest family was undeniable.


    Yvonne took a brochure from a staff member and realized that thend being attationed today was the very same port they had visited with Noah and his wife.  fo


    No wonder the auction seemed somewhat subdued. Even in a major economic hub like Istra, only a handful ofpanies had the capital to acquire a port worth tens of billions.


    Of the hundred or so people present, most were likely just there for the spectacle.


    "When does the auction start? Why don''t I see Mr. Thompson?" Yvonne scanned the venue but couldn''t spot Noah.


    For an auction involving a multi-billion-dor property, Noah, as thepany president, should have been there in person.


    "Noah probably won''t being. The Thompson family''s representative this time is Eden,” Bet said, his gaze drifting to their left.


    Eden was seated in the front row to their left, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing gold-rimmed sses, presenting a refined and serious demeanor.


    He was nked by several senior executives from the Thompson Group, clearly there to support him.