“Mr. Jones is a veteran detective. If even he can''t find any leads, the perpetrator is definitely no ordinary person. Yvonne, who do you think could pull something off so wlessly?"


    Yvonne thought for a moment before replying, "A home invasion and murder... if it were me, I wouldn''t be confident enough to do it so perfectly. Unless it was someone like Dad, a seasoned detective."


    "What if it was one of your professors at the academy? Would they have that kind of ability?" Bet asked, ncing at Yvonne from the side while keeping a hand on the steering wheel.


    Yvonne was stunned for a moment, then said tentatively, "Are you... suspecting Professor Martinez?"


    “Eden is set to marry into the Walker family. With the Riverbendnd in his hands, it essentially falls into the Walker family''s control. Riverbend is a strategic location for transport. If the Walkers wanted to use it for smuggling, a lot of people around would be an inconvenience. Staging a tragic crime would cause public fear, and naturally, no one would go there anymore."


    "April is Vincent''s mistress. It''s usible that she would help him orchestrate such a crime. I''ll have my people investigate along these lines to assist the police."


    Yvonne nodded after hearing his exnation, clenching her fists. “If what you''re guessing is true, these people arepletelywless."


    Bet didn''t say anything. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and gently stroked her head with the other.


    The car drove on, eventually returning to Cherry Apartment.


    By the time Bet and Yvonne got home, Helen had already gone to bed.


    Bullet, who was lying in his bed, immediately stood up at the sound of their arrival. Seeing that it was his owners, he happily trotted over, wagging his tail.


    "Go back to sleep," Bet said, nudging him lightly with his foot.


    Bullet let out a whine, his big puppy eyes looking pitifully at Yvonne.


    "Be a good boy. Listen to your dad," Yvonne said, patting his head.


    Bullet wagged his tail and went back to his dog bed.


    "Since when did I have a dog for a son?" Bet nced at therge dog in the bed.


    “If


    you


    ret


    don''t want a dog son, what do you want then?" Yvonne kicked off her shoes and asked casually, standing barefoot on the floor.


    The next moment, her feet suddenly left the ground as Bet swept her up into his


    arms.


    Yvonne let out a small gasp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.


    "I want one that you give birth to," Bet said, his intense gaze fixed on hers as he carried her directly to the bedroom.


    They tumbled onto the soft bed together, with Yvonne pinned beneath him. Her breathing grew heavy, and a hint of apprehension flickered in her beautiful fox like. eyes.


    "Don''t be scared. We''ll take it slow."


    Bet''s warm hand gently stroked her back, then slowly moved down, tentatively


    slipping under the hem of her dress.


    "Bet!" Yvonne instinctively curled up.


    "Shh, it''s okay," Bet soothed her patiently.


    After their gentle lovemaking, Yvonney nestled in his arms.


    "Get some sleep. Don''t you have an exam at school tomorrow?" Bet sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled tissue from the box on the nightstand to wipe his fingers.


    "What about you?" Yvonne asked.


    "I''m going to take a shower," Bet said with a sigh.


    When he said shower, he naturally meant a cold one to cool himself down.


    "You''ve worked hard, Mr. Bet Thompson," Yvonne said, sitting up and hugging him from behind with a low, softugh.


    “If you feel bad for me, then marry me sooner,” Bet said, reaching up to stroke her head.


    "We can get married now? Changing my age on paper shouldn''t be too much trouble," Yvonne suggested.