"And you''re not jealous? Let me remind you, Eden, as long as Bet is around, you''ll always be an illegitimate son who has to stay in the shadows. The shares of the Thompson Group are all in Bet''s hands. Once the olddy dies, your dear father won''t give you a second thought. You''ll end up with nothing."


    Ynda''s words were sharp, offering Eden no mercy. "This is a Thompson family banquet. Look at Bet, the center of attention, while you''re a nobody. I must have had the worst luck marrying you."


    Eden shot Ynda a harsh re. But he still needed the Walker family''s support, so he swallowed his anger.


    "Bet and that little bitch Yvonne may be all smiles now, but I doubt they''ll be smiling for much longer," Eden said.


    "What do you mean?" Ynda asked, confused.


    Eden replied, "Do you remember that Nelly and her daughter, the ones with the rock-bottom reputation?"


    Ynda said, "You mean Emma''s toxic best friend?"


    "That''s the one. Emma is such a fool, a terrible judge of character who brought a wolf into her home. If she hadn''t given birth to a shrewd son like Bet, she would''ve died without ever knowing how. Nelly and her daughter bribed someone in the Thompson household. They''re nning to drug Bet so the daughter can climb into his bed."


    "How do you know all this in such detail?" Ynda asked.


    "The person Nelly bribed happens to be one of my people, so I just went with the flow and gave them a little push. Bet holds a military rank. If a scandal about his conduct gets out, it''ll be career suicide," Eden said with a sinister smile.


    Thompson Manor was massive, with at least a dozen staff members from the butler to the maids. Eden had one on his payroll to gather information. It was pure coincidence that Nelly and her daughter had bribed his contact.


    “Excellent. In that case, I''ll just wait for the show to begin,” Ynda said, her eyes fixed on Yvonne in the distance.


    Once Bet and Mignon were caught together, she couldn''t wait to see how that woman Yvonne would cry.


    Nelly and Mignon had paid a hefty price to bribe a maid at Thompson Manor to drug Bet.


    Naturally, they hadn''t been invited to an event like this, so they had to be snuck in by their contact.


    Both Nelly and Mignon were dressed in the standard uniform for the Thompson family''s maids, waiting in the staff room.


    The maid they had bribed, Cindy, walked in carrying a tray.


    "How did it go?" Nelly asked eagerly.


    "It''s done. put the powder you gave me into the young master''s wine in a little white


    Once it takes ee butter will


    he feel unwell, and


    help him to a room to rest


    Cindy replied.


    "Then get Mignon to Mr. Bet Thompson''s room immediately. Have her hide the bed," Nelle


    urged, barely able to contain her impatience.


    Whether they could stay in Istra and climb the socialdder all depended on this one move.


    But Cindy was in no hurry. She simply held her hand out to Nelly.


    "What''s the meaning of this?" Nelly asked, confused.


    Cindy said, "Mrs. Powell, if you want me to do something for you, you have to pay for it."


    "Didn''t I already give you two hundred thousand yesterday?" Nelly said angrily.


    Cindy retorted, "The money you gave me yesterday was for getting you into Thompson Manor and for drugging the young master. Now you want me to take Ms Rowell to his room? That''s a different price."