Noah: "What are you doing here anyway? Trying to cause a scene?"


    "This whole affair was a mess to begin with. It has nothing to do with me," Bet said, picking up a ss from the table and swirling it nonchntly.


    "You just recovered. Drink less," Noah warned him.


    Bet''s hand paused for a moment. "You sound just like my old man. Too much nagging."


    "And you still don''t listen," Noah said, exasperated.


    "Yeah," Bet replied absently, taking a sip of wine anyway.


    "You guys chat. I need to go to the restroom," Yvonne said. She was bored and wanted to get some fresh air.


    "To touch up your lipstick?" Bet said with a lowugh, taking her hand and rubbing his thumb sensuously over the back of it.


    Yvonne froze for a second, remembering their passionate kiss in the elevator, and her cheeks flushed uncontrobly.


    She shot him an annoyed re, but with her beautiful, foxy eyes, even her res looked like flirtatious nces.


    If it weren''t for the setting, Bet would have pulled her into his arms for another fierce kiss.


    But Yvonne had already pulled her hand away and quickly walked off.


    "Made your little girlfriend mad again?" Noah teased.


    "Yeah," Bet shrugged helplessly, though he couldn''t suppress the smile on his lips. "It''s fine. I''ll just have to sweet-talk herter."


    After saying that, Bet took another sip of wine. He happened to look up and saw a staff member leading Cynthia into the hall.


    Cynthia didn''t sit at their table but joined the rest of the Scott family.


    After sitting down, her gaze instinctively drifted to the Thompson family''s table. Her eyes met Bet''s, and she showed no sign of panic, simply nodding with a warm smile.


    Bet, ever the gentleman, raised his ss in acknowledgment.


    Seeing Bet raise his ss, Noah asked, confused, "Who are you toasting?"


    "An old friend," Bet replied casually, a slight curve to his lips. "Today''s wedding is full of entertainment."


    Noah assumed he was talking about Eden and Ynda and nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Yvonne had left the banquet hall and was standing in the empty corridor, getting some air. Bored, she took out her phone to scroll through the news.


    The entertainment industry had been unusually quiettely, with no major scandals. Yvonne was standing in a spot that happened to be on the way to the restrooms. Teresa and Caroline were justing out of the restroom after touching up their makeup when they saw Yvonne.


    "Yvonne, what are you doing here? Are you here for the wedding too?" Teresa asked, walking quickly toward her.


    Yvonne looked upzily, nced at Teresa, and gave a faint, "Yeah."


    "You came to the wedding?" Caroline stood beside Teresa, looking at Yvonne with disdain.


    Yvonne was wearing a high-end designer dress, her hair adorned with a priceless imperial green jade hairpin. She was so beautifulshe looked like a socialite from a bygone era, plucked right out of a painting.


    Caroline''s own looks were her least remarkable feature. Her gaze on Yvonne shifted


    from disdain to jealousy, her face contorting slightly.


    She wasn''t young anymore, and her parents were growing increasingly anxious


    about her marriage prospects.


    The most suitable match was still


    the Hughes family. The Hughes and James families had business


    partnerships, making it a powerful


    affiance. Steven himself was


    talented, handsome, and sessful.


    For the sake of their daughter''s future happiness, her parents had swallowed their pride and personally visited the Hughes family to discuss the marriage, even offering many concessions and a substantial dowry.