She suddenly thought about all the times she had gone on missions. Bet must have been just as worried, afraid she would get hurt, feel pain, or worse, lose her life.


    Unable to sleep, Yvonne decided to sit up and read a script.


    It was a new one from Sandra, a lighthearted modern romance.


    The script was good. It was still in the development phase, but Sandra had bought


    the rights, intending for their ownpany to produce it.


    The female lead would undoubtedly be Yvonne, and thepany''s other new


    talents could be cast in supporting roles to gain some exposure.


    Yvonne flipped through the script. Although it was a sweet romance, the writing was excellent, with a tight plot and witty, humorous dialogue.


    By the time Yvonne finished reading, the sun was already rising.


    She rubbed her eyes and slipped out of bed to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she heard her phone buzzing insistently on the coffee table.


    Yvonne walked over and picked it up. Seeing it was Bet calling, she immediately answered.


    "You''re awake?" Bet''s warm, deep voice came through the phone.


    "Mhm," Yvonne hummed in response, then asked, “Is the mission over?"


    Bet replied, "Just finished. But I have to assist the police with the suspect interviews. I probably won''t make it back today, so you be good at home by yourself."


    "I will," Yvonne answered with a gentle smile, though she couldn''t help but ask, "Are you hurt?"


    "No, don''t worry," he replied warmly.


    On his end, it sounded like someone was talking to him, their voice urgent and insistent.


    "You should get back to it then. I didn''t get enough sleep, so I''m going to catch up on some rest,” Yvonne said, her voice noticeably lighter. She tactfully ended the call, not wanting to get in the way of his work.


    “Yvonne, are you up? Breakfast is ready.” The moment she hung up, Helen''s voice came from outside the door.


    "Okay, I''ll be right there after I change," Yvonne called back. She put on a fresh set of clothes and then left the bedroom.


    Helen had prepared avish breakfast,plete with a nourishing broth.


    Yvonne sipped the broth in small spoonfuls while Bullety by her feet, his tail wagging excitedly.


    She ate with one hand and gently patted Bullet''srge head with the other.


    Once she finished the broth, Helen


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    "Yeah. I was upte reading a script. I''ll go take a nap after I eat," Yvonne said with


    a smile, taking a spoonful of the fragrant porridge.


    "You young people and yourte nights. It''s so bad for your health. Especially when you''re on your period, you need to rest and eat well."


    Helen continued to chatter on.


    Yvonne loved listening to Helen''s fussing and nodded with a smile. "I know. I''ll go nap right after I eat."


    "That''s more like it," Helen smiled.


    Yvonne finished her breakfast and returned to her room.


    Her worries from the night had


    vanished with the confirmation ret


    Bet''s safety. Her heart finally at ease she snuggled into the soft


    nkets and quickly fell asleep.


    Yvonne slept soundly and peacefully, but at that very moment, at the Thompson estate, all hell was about to break loose.


    Bet''s car drove into the Thompson Manor and pulled into its designated parking spot.


    A servant heard the car in the courtyard and immediately came out to greet him.


    "Young Master, you''re back! I''ll go tell the Master and Madam right away," the servant said happily.


    In this vast manor, besides the staff, it was usually just Frank and Emma.


    Frank was busy with work and rarely home during the day. Emma was even more elusive sang half the year away on film sets. And if she and Frank had a fight, she would move out entirely.