Yvonne stated seriously.


    Sandra shot her a helpless nce. "Don''t be silly. She''s a woman, just a few years older than me. You can call her Gina; it''s more friendly."


    "Oh," Yvonne replied.


    The two of them walked through the main dining hall and took the elevator upstairs.


    There were six private dining rooms on the second floor, and Sandra had booked the one at the very end.


    As Yvonne followed Sandra past one of the rooms in the middle, she noticed the door was ajar while a waiter was serving food. A single nce inside was all it took for her to see the tall, imposing figure seated within.


    Yvonne stopped in her tracks, staring silently into the room.


    Inside, Bet was sitting beside Emma, who was chatting with a woman around her age. Next to that woman sat a beautiful young girl, adorned in jewels and pearls, clearly the type who had been sheltered by her family her whole life.


    "What are you looking at?" Sandra asked, noticing Yvonne had stopped. She followed her gaze and saw the cheerful scene in the room.


    "Is Mr. Bet Thompson... on a blind date?"


    "I don''t care what he''s doing," Yvonne said, her expression turning cold as she turned and walked away.


    Inside the room, as if sensing something, Bet instinctively nced toward the door, catching a glimpse of a fleeting figure in pale pink.


    Even from just that silhouette, Bet recognized her instantly.


    He stood up, grabbing his phone from the table. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."


    Bet stepped out of the room, but the hallway was already empty.


    He took out his phone and dialed Yvonne''s number. He called twice; the first went unanswered, and the second was immediately declined.


    Hearing the busy signal, Bet couldn''t help but chuckle. The girl might be young, but she certainly had a temper.


    Standing in the empty hallway, Bet began typing a message on his phone.


    There were six private rooms


    upstairs, only half of which were dit. One was for an elderly person''s birthday celebration, one was


    Emma''s, which left thest one for Yvonne and her party.


    Bet: Room 3?


    As expected, after he sent the message, Yvonne didn''t reply.


    Unfazed, he sent another: Come out.


    Yvonne still ignored him.


    He typed one more and sent it: Are youing out, or am Iing in? Meanwhile, in Room 3.


    Yvonne was in the middle of a toast with the brand representative. She had just sat down when she saw Bet''s messages and was s angry she wanted to smash her phone.


    "Excuse me, Ms. Lee, I need to go to the restroom to touch up my makeup," Yvonne said as she stood up.


    Sandra, who was sitting next to her, looked puzzled and whispered, "You''ve only had a few sips of wine. What makeup do you need to touch up?"


    "I really need to pee," Yvonne muttered back helplessly.


    Ms. Lee was quite understanding and waved her hand with a smile "Go on dear. Yvonne is a celebrity; she has to maintain her mage. But don''t let that pressure weigh you down too much."


    Yvonne smiled at Ms. Lee and quickly walked out of the room.


    The moment she stepped out, arge hand gripped her wrist, pulling her into an empty stairwell.


    The stairwell door clicked shut, and Yvonne coldly shook off Bet''s hand.


    He let go without any annoyance, instead smiling as he wrapped an arm around her slim waist. "What are you doing here?"


    "Meeting with a brand representative to discuss an endorsement deal," Yvonne replied.


    "Is it going well? Do you need my help?"


    She shook her head, retorting tartly, "I wouldn''t want to trouble you, Mr. Thompson.


    Don''t let me keep you from your blind date."