Yvonne instinctively turned her head away, cing a hand over Bet''s lips. "Someone''s watching... well, some dog."


    Bet was speechless.


    He nced down at Bullet, man and dog locking eyes. Then, Bet gave Bullet a gentle nudge with his foot.


    "Go on, get out of here."


    Bullet let out a soft whine and looked up at Yvonne pitifully, as if tattling on Bet.


    Yvonneughed, bending down to hug Bullet and pat his big head. "Oh, you poor thing, did he bully you?"


    While Yvonne was ying with Bullet, Bet''s phone rang.


    He strode over to the coffee table and answered it.


    The person on the other end said something that made Bet''s expression turn serious.


    After hanging up, he turned to Yvonne. "I have to go out. You should get some sleep."


    "Is it for work?" Yvonne asked, her smile vanishing.


    "Yeah," he answered vaguely, heading straight to the bedroom to change.


    He didn''t put on his uniform, instead changing into a ck sweatsuit before leaving in a hurry.


    Yvonne knew better than to ask about his work. She stood by the window with Bullet, watching a ck van pull up downstairs. Bet got in, and the vehicle quickly drove away.


    "Come on, Bullet, let''s go to bed," Yvonne said, patting the dog''s head, a hint of loneliness in her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes.


    By now, the ck van carrying Bet had already left the Cherry Apartmentplex.


    Bet was in the passenger seat. Driving was his personal bodyguard, Gordon, a retired Special Forces soldier.


    As he drove, Gordon briefed Bet on the night''s operation at Riverbend.


    "Mr. Jones and the customs enforcement team have had their eyes on that Riverbend property. For the past month, there''s been a lot ofte-night activity, and a noticeable increase in boats at the estu tuary. W didn''t want to tip them off, so we kept a low profile. After over a month of surveince, we finally hooked a big one."


    Wer


    Although Gordon was retired and now worked as Bet''s bodyguard, he was still a soldier at heart, and the thrill of busting a major smuggling ring was palpable.


    "A whole shipload of contraband. Enough to get them the death penalty. The nerve


    of these guys, acting like Istra is somewless wastnd."


    "They have powerful people protecting them, so they feel untouchable," Bet said with a cold smile.


    "Things got a little chaotic at the scene. We had officers from the Municipal Bureau, customs agents and our guys. Luckily, we managed to apprehend all the suspects mos one got away. Mr. Jones wants you toe by and get a debriefing," Gordon continued. Contént


    Bet nodded.


    His bodyguards were officially employees of the Thompson Group. Even though they had done a good thing, they still had to go through the proper channels and give a statement.


    The van finally pulled up in front of the Municipal Bureau headquarters.


    Gordon parked the car, and they both got out.


    A detective from the bureau was waiting at the entrance. Seeing them, he extended


    a hand warmly. "Mr. Thompson."


    Bet shook his hand, and the detective led them inside.


    "This way, Mr. Thompson. Mr. Jones


    is waiting for you in the surveince room. Our colleagues are


    interrogating the suspects we


    apprehended tonight," the detective


    exined as they walked.


    They had arrested sixteen suspects at Riverbend. They were likely just the grunts;


    the masterminds rarely showed up at the actual drop-off.