Yvonne looked up at him, her beautiful, foxy eyes sparkling. Bet''s Adam''s apple bobbed as he irresistibly lowered his head and kissed her.


    They kissed in the empty elevator until a ''ding'' sounded, and the doors slowly slid open, ending their embrace.


    "My lipstick is all smudged," Yvonneined, her cheeks flushed.


    "No, it''s not. It''s even more beautiful," Bet''s long fingers gently brushed against her lips before he took her hand and led her out of the elevator.


    Bet led her into the banquet hall.


    The hall, capable of holding over a thousand people, wasvishly decorated to the point of absurdity. It was just... a bit tacky.


    The Walker family''s sense of aesthetics was truly questionable.


    They had arrivedte. The wedding ceremony was already over; the exchanging of rings, the kiss, and the reading of the vows were allpleted.


    When Yvonne and Bet arrived, the groom, Eden, was leading his bride by the hand, making toasts at the head table.


    "We''rete?" Yvonne said.


    "Everyone''s still here. Our timing is perfect," Bet smiled, leading Yvonne toward the head table.


    A stir followed Bet wherever he went.


    "Mr. Bet Thompson? Am I seeing things?"


    "It really is Mr. Bet Thompson! Wasn''t he in aa after being injured on a mission?"


    "Has Mr. Bet Thompson recovered? And he''s attending his illegitimate brother''s wedding?"


    "With Mr. Bet Thompson recovered, it looks like Eden''s chances of inheriting the Thompson Group are slim to none."


    "Looks like there''s going to be a lot of drama in the Thompson family."


    "The drama might just start today." Everyone looked on, ready for a show.


    "The woman with Mr. Thompson, isn''t that the actress Yvonne?"


    "There have been rumors that Mr. Bet Thompson dumped Ms. Walker for a


    minor actress. I can''t believe it''s true."


    "They do look good together, though."


    ...


    Yvonne held Bet''s arm as they walked, whispers trailing behind them.


    "Mr. Bet Thompson is the center of attention wherever he goes."


    "You''ll get used to it. Why bother with what others say?" Bet turned to Yvonne, his gaze gentle.


    By the time he finished speaking, he had led Yvonne to the head table.


    Eden and Ynda were proposing a toast to Mrs. Thompson Sr. and Frank.


    "Grandmother, Dad. Ynda and I


    would like to toast you Eden said, Foffe one arm


    Oround Ynda''s waist, t


    other holding a wine ss.


    "Eden, now that you''re married,


    you''re a man. You and Ynda


    should build a good life together.


    Also, my health is failing day by day You two need to give me aTM great-grandchild soon, so I can rest in peace."


    ?


    Eden replied, "Grandmother, on such a happy day, don''t say such things. You will live a long and healthy life."


    Mrs. Thompson Sr. nodded andmented, "If only Vanessa hadn''t gone abroad. Then our whole family would be together."


    Frank sat beside her, his expression dark, remaining silent.


    "Ynda, offer a toast to Dad," Eden prompted, nudging her. But Ynda stood frozen, her gaze fixed and vacant.


    "Ynda, what are you looking at?" Eden followed her gaze and saw Bet, dressed in a bespoke- all-ck suit, exuding an aura of cool hobility, walking towards him


    step by step.