"Is that any way to speak to your elders? You have no manners at all. I see Teresa failed to raise you properly," Marcia snapped.


    "Age doesn''t automatically grant you the title of an elder. Some people could live to be a hundred and still have learned nothing.” Yvonne had just beaten a level. She closed the game and slipped her phone into her pocket.


    Marcia was always infuriated by Yvonne. She pointed a finger at her and said angrily, "So what if you''re good at seducing men? Ynda still managed to marry into the Thompson family. She may have only married the illegitimate son, but fortunes can change. Who knows who will be in charge of the Thompson family in the end."


    Why would an unwanted illegitimate son like Eden win the favor of Ms. Walker? The Walkers'' motive for marrying Ynda to Eden was obvious to anyone: they wanted to oust the rightful heir, Bet, and install Eden in his ce.


    Yvonne casually stuck her hands in her pockets, her posture rxed. "Are you done? The Thompson family''s affairs are not for you toment on so lightly. Be careful what you say."


    Just as she finished speaking, Yvonne looked up toward the hotel entrance and saw Bet striding up the steps.


    His deep eyes softened when he saw her, a smile touching his lips. He walked straight to her, oblivious to everyone else around them.


    "Been waiting long?" Bet asked, his arm naturally wrapping around her slim waist.


    "No," Yvonne shook her head, then added yfully, "There were so many of us here talking. We were having such a nice chat, and you interrupted."


    "Is that so?" Bet chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the members of the James family with an intimidating pressure. "My apologies for the interruption."


    "No, no, not at all," Marcia, Mrs. James, and the others stammered, shaking their heads.


    Letitia''s eyes lit up at the sight of Bet, and she instinctively struck a pose, but her efforts were wasted on him.


    Caroline, being the shy type, was too intimidated by Bet''s powerful presence to even lift her head, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.


    "Are you hungry? I booked a restaurant. Let''s go get something to eat Bet''s eyes were still only on Yvonne, his deep voiceced with unmistakable tenderness.


    "Okay," Yvonne nodded.


    Then, Bet took her hand, and the two of them walked away.


    Marcia watched them leave, then pursed her lips and pinched her daughter''s arm.


    "Mom, what was that for?" Letitia whined, stamping her foot.


    "That tramp raised by a nobody managed to snag Bet, yet you, a pampered youngdy, don''t even. know how to try," Marcia said, her voice filled with disappointment.


    "Letitia, your mother is right. You do need to make an effort. You have to


    fight for the man you want. Your


    хой


    father was engaged to Teresa, know but he ended up marrying your mother. If your mother could steal Teresa''s man, then surely you,


    her daughter, can steal Teresa''s daughter''s man."


    After delivering her backhandedpliments, Mrs. James took Caroline''s hand and led her into the ballroom.


    Meanwhile.


    Bet was leading Yvonne by the hand down the empty corridor.


    On the other side of the wall, the wedding march was ying in the ballroom. Bet''s grip on her hand tightened. As they passed a room, he pulled her inside. The door opened and closed in a sh, and Yvonne found herself pressed against it.