Yvonne ced her phone on a stand and epted the call. As soon as the video connected, Bet immediately noticed the scratch on her face.


    "What happened? Are you hurt?" His voice instantly deepened.


    "An actress identally scratched me during a scene. It''s not serious, it''ll probably be gone by tomorrow," Yvonne exined casually after cleaning the wound on her cheek.


    "Alright." Seeing that she was fine, Bet didn''t press the matter.


    He knew that when Yvonne set her mind to something, she''d see it through to the very end. Just like when she was a cop, and then an undercover agent-he couldn''t stop her then, and he couldn''t stop her now.


    "What have you been doing at home alone all day?" Yvonne asked.


    "Reading. Walking the dog," Bet replied.


    "So, are you bored without me?" Yvonne rested her chin on her hand, smiling at Bet on the screen.


    "Yeah. Very bored. When are youing back to keep mepany?" Bet asked.


    "Once I''m on set, I''ll be busy filming. I won''t be back for at least a month. Mr. Bet Thompson, you should get back to work soon. Having something to do will distract you, and you won''t miss me as much," Yvonne said with a grin.


    "Alright. I''ll find more things to do then, so I don''t lie awake thinking about you," Bet chuckled, then continued, "The investigation at the military is almost wrapped up. I expect to be back at work soon."


    "Is the investigationplete? I doubt Mr. Walker and Eden will confess so easily," Yvonne frowned.


    "Yeah," Bet nodded. "They''ve caught the mole in the military, but he didn''t rat out Vincent or Eden. This is as far as it goes for now."


    "Haste makes waste. A fox can''t hide its tail forever," Yvonneforted him.


    Bet nodded in understanding.


    "Oh, I saw Cynthia and that Ms. Powell on set again today," Yvonne said, changing the subject.


    "Stay away from Cynthia. She''s tog shrewd, and I''m worried you''ll be at a disadvantage. As for whatever feelings she has for Noah, that''s none of our business," Bet said.


    "What about Mignon?" Yvonne asked again.


    "What does Mignon have to do with us?" Bet replied matter-of-factly.


    "The Powell family is desperate to make their precious daughter Mrs. Taylor, you


    know," Yvonne said with a raised eyebrow.


    Bet replied, "In their dreams."


    Yvonne couldn''t help but let out a chuckle.


    "Eden and Ynda''s wedding is at the end of the month. Do you want to go with me?" Bet asked.


    "You''re going to attend Eden''s wedding?" Yvonne was confused.


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    "Yes, for the entertainment. Just to make sure Eden doesn''t get too happy thinking dead Bet said with a casual smile. He asked again, "Want toe along?"


    Yvonne replied, "Of course I want in on the fun. I''ll ask Director Ward for a day off."


    Eden''s wedding was an incredibly grand affair. After all, it was a union with the Walker family and they couldn''t afford to be careless, both families would lose face.


    One of the Thompson family''s five-star hotels waspletely cleared out to host the wedding.


    Furthermore, after the wedding, the hotel would be transferred to Eden''s name as a wedding gift from Frank.


    However, after the wedding, Frank would no longer be responsible for him.


    The Thompson family''s gifts to the Walkers were also incredibly generous. Cash, gold, and jewels—they spared no expense, making sure the Walker family looked good.


    As a convoy of luxury cars drove up to the Walker family''s gate, the smiles on Vincent and Mrs. Walker''s faces never wavered.