“Bet is certainly generous to the women he keeps. You should take advantage of it while he''s still interested, Ms. Jones. Grab as much as you can, and you''ll be set for life. But really, getting money by sleeping with men... how is that any different from being a prostitute?"
Karina continued her taunts.
"Are you finished?" Yvonne waited for her to finish before unhurriedly picking up her phone. The screen showed that it had been recording.
"Mrs. Karina Thompson, who should I y this recording for first? Or perhaps, I should just y it for the entire Thompson family when we all sit down for dinner...”
Before Yvonne could finish her sentence, Karina lost control and lunged at her, trying to snatch the phone. "Yvonne, you wouldn''t dare!"
Yvonne was agile. With a slight sidestep, she easily dodged Karina''s grasp.
Karina couldn''t regain her bnce and stumbled forward, falling to the ground. She identally knocked over a coffee table, sending its contents crashing to the floor. Karina ended up in a heap amidst the mess, looking utterly pathetic.
"Ma''am!" Lily heard the crash and rushed over to help Karina up. "Ma''am, are you alright?"
"Yvonne, you bitch..." Karina pointed at Yvonne, about to scream at her, but then she saw Yvonne wave the phone threateningly, a provocative look on her face.
Karina choked back the words she was about to say, her face turning red with suppressed rage. "Yvonne, if you dare leak that recording, I''ll make you pay."
"That depends on your behavior," Yvonne said with a raised eyebrow. She casually sat down on the drawing room sofa and said to the housekeeper, "Lily, could you please get me a ss of juice? Freshly squeezed orange juice, please. Thank you." “I''ll help her back to her room to change first. I''ll get your juice for you in a moment,” Lily said.
Yvonne nced up at Karina. “Isn''t the eldest daughter-inw perfectly capable? I''m sure she can get back to her room and change on her own, can''t she?"
Karina''s face contorted slightly. She let out a cold snort and turned to stomp upstairs.
Lily was clearly a smart woman. She could see this Ms. Jones was not to be trifled with She didn''t dare dy and immediately went to the kitchen to make the juice. fo
Yvonne sat alone in the living room, picking up a magazine from the table and flipping through it idly.
The Thompsons were a military family through and through; even the magazines were military journals. Yvonne was starting to feel steepy just looking at them.
Just then, the sound of a car engine was heard from the courtyard again.
Yvonne put down the magazine and looked toward the entrance. Emma walked in, holding Frank''s arm.
"Mr. Thompson, Ma''am, you''ve arrived." Lily heard them and hurried out from the kitchen.
Seeing the couple, Yvonne also stood up from the sofa and greeted them respectfully, “Mr. Thompson."
Emma probably hadn''t expected
Bet to bring Yvonne. She gave
Yvonne single cold nce before
looking away, ignoring her opletely.
Although Emma had given Yvonne jewelry worth hundreds of millions, it didn''t mean she had epted her.
Before, Emma had merely disliked Yvonne. Now, she held her in utter contempt.
The jewelry wasn''t a gift for Yvonne, but a gesture for Bet''s sake—a way to maintain her rtionship with her son.
Most mothers, it seemed, knew how to handle their sons.