"Do you have all your documents?" Yvonne asked.


    "Everything''s here," Dn replied with a nod.


    "Then let''s go." Yvonne took her suitcase from Bet and handed it to her assistant.


    "When will you be back? I''ll pick you up," Bet asked.


    Yvonne replied, “A week at most. Don''t miss me too much."


    The airport''s underground parking lot was a public space. Even with a hat and mask, Yvonne couldn''t be too affectionate with Bet.


    She simply reached out, gently squeezed his hand, and then let go.


    "I''m off. I''ll send you my return flight details once they''re booked."


    "Okay," Bet nodded, watching as Yvonne, Dn, and their assistants walked away.


    The group took an elevator directly from the parking garage to the departure lounge. While the assistant went to handle their boarding passes, Yvonne and Dn waited in the VIP lounge.


    "Yvonne, was that handsome guy your boyfriend? He has such a powerful presence," Dn couldn''t help but gossip.


    As a neer to the industry from an ordinary background, Dn didn''t recognize the heir to the Thompson Group.


    Yvonne nced at him and casually lifted her right hand. The diamond ring on her ring finger was impossible to miss.


    Dn was shocked. He never imagined his boss was already married.


    "If you want to make it in this industry, you have to learn to keep your mouth shut, understand?" Yvonne reminded him.


    Dn was smart enough to get the hint. He nodded and didn''t ask any more questions.


    After she spoke, Yvonne removed the ring from her finger and carefully ced it in her purse. She was here to film a show; a wedding and was out of the question.  fo


    They waited in the lounge for nearly half an hour before the boarding announcement came on. The flight was less than three hours, and they arrived at the auction set in the


    afternoon.


    From the moment they stepped off the ne, cameras were on them, marking the official start of filming.


    Yvonne and Dn walked out of the airport, making conversation to liven up the atmosphere.


    They were thest two contestants to arrive.


    The game segment of the show had already begun. The director produced a container for them to draw lots.


    Yvonne wasn''t sure if it was pre-arranged by the crew or just her bad luck.


    Dn drew a slip that let him advance directly to the next round, while Yvonne had to start from the first challenge.


    "Ms. Jones, please choose a room, from one to four," a staff member instructed.


    Yvonne looked at the identical, closed doors, distinguished only by the numbers on them.


    She guessed that there was a contestant in each room, and she would have toplete a game with them.


    "Is there a different person and a different game in each room?" Yvonne asked the staff member.


    "Yes," the staffer replied. "Ms. Jones, please make your choice now."


    To maintain an air of mystery, the show had kept its guest lineup


    secret aside from two reg


    cast


    members whom Yvonne didn''t know well.


    Therefore, every room was aplete unknown to her. She simply pushed open the door closest to her.


    When she stepped inside, she was surprised to see a familiar face: Thomas. Thomas had been staring into space and was visibly taken aback when he saw her.


    It seemed their meeting on the show was aplete coincidence.