Back then, if Emma hadn''t sold her jewelry and borrowed money from her family to fully support Frank''s business, neither Frank nor the Thompson Group would be where they are today.


    And now those illegitimate children think they can just waltz in and reap the rewards. The audacity.


    The ck Mercedes finally stopped in front of Vorn, a newly opened restaurant.


    "I heard from Andrew that a new ce just opened here. He camest week and


    said it was pretty good," Bet said as he opened the passenger door and unbuckled Yvonne''s seatbelt.


    Andrew was the leader of Bet''s regiment.


    Andrew and his wife were good people, but they were serious foodies. No one knew


    the Istra restaurant scene, from the best to the worst, better than them.


    "Okay," Yvonne agreed with a smile, walking into the restaurant with Bet.


    Being new, the restaurant was luxuriously decorated and had an elegant ambiance. It wasn''t too crowded either.


    Bet rarely ate French cuisine and wasn''t familiar with the menu.


    So he asked for Yvonne''s opinion and had the waiter rmend a few dishes.


    The food arrived quickly.


    Bet methodically cut the steak in front of him, his knife and fork moving with precision. He cut each piece to the same perfect, bite-sized square.


    He passed the te of cut steak to Yvonne and took her uncut one for himself.


    Yvonne simply ate with her fork, saying between bites, "I''m not going back to Cherry Bay tonight. Take me to my downtown apartment after dinner."


    "I finally have a day off, and you''re not going to spend it with me?" Bet looked up at her, confused.


    "My leg is att better. I have to go back to the film crew to continue shooting," Yvonne exined, taking small bites of steak arrasional piece of foie gras, and sipping her soup.


    The candlelight and roses on the table created a romantic atmosphere, and the man across from her was just as delectable.


    Bet never interfered with Yvonne''s work. He nodded and asked, "Is this shoot also in Riverbend?"


    "Yes. The ratings for the first episode were good, so we''re filming a second. Tomorrow''s shoot starts at home," Yvonne continued, holding her fork.


    "Last time, I left from Cherry Bay and it already raised suspicions. If I''m filmed in your house this time, it''ll probably go viral."


    Bet shook his head helplessly "Why do feel like I''m your dirty.


    secret Ms. Jones, when exact


    do


    you n on making our rtionship official?"


    "What''s the point of making it official? We can''t get married right now anyway," Yvonne replied casually.


    "Fine. Then I''ll wait until you''re twenty, and we''ll go public after we''re married," Bet said.


    Yvonne was speechless.


    Who said anything about marrying him? Her career was just taking off; marriage was professional suicide.


    But Bet didn''t give her a chance to refuse, quickly changing the subject.


    "Will you get a break after this shoot is over?" Bet asked.


    "There are twelve episodes in total so it''ll take three months to finish The next shoot might be overseas, and Dwon''t be back for two weeks. Try not to miss me too much."


    "You think I could not miss you?" Bet put down his fork and knife, stood up,


    walked around the table, and pulled her into his arms for a kiss.


    Sitting on hisp, Yvonne was breathless from his kiss. She ced her hands on his chest and gently pushed him away.


    "Bet, I haven''t finished eating yet."