"I'm married now, and I have Yvonne to take care of me. It wouldn't be right to continue staying here, and instead of making you mad all the time, it'd be better for the two of us to move out. We'll all get some peace and quiet this way."It was clear that Stephen was merely informing them about his decision, not asking for their permission. With that, he tugged Yvonne upstairs while Elizabeth nearly fainted from anger."Mother, please don't be angry. Hasn't Stephen made himself clear enough?" Hazel tried to calm Elizabeth down. "Yvonne may be hideous, but she sure has a way with men."Only with blind men.Hazel was surprised to see a fragile-looking woman like Yvonna have the courage to stand up against someone like Elizabeth. Hazel's bright red lips curled upward, and she thought, "Things are starting to get interesting!"Camille stared upward silently. She wanted to see Yvonne suffer, but she'd never expected Stephen to protect her so fiercely."Oh, Lord! I would've never agreed to
As they drove away from Anderson Mansion, Yvonne turned around to face forward. Stephen already had both eyes closed and was resting. She gave up grilling him for answers and began rummaging through the bag Camille had given her, pulling out ten pouches of medication. Opening one of them, she pinched some of its contents and brought it to her nose. Sniffing, she realized it contained finely ground aconite, which would have normally been difficult for anyone to notice. This time, it seemed to have more aconite than before. Yvonne frowned. Camille must have devised a plan after hearing that Stephen was moving out.If Stephen were to die in his private villa, Camille would be able to frame Yvonne, making her the perfect scapegoat.Yvonne clicked her tongue in disapproval. She was equally unlucky to have a mother-in-law like Camille.She closed the pouch and patted Julian's shoulder. "Find a garbage can for me up ahead. I need to get rid of some trash."Julian nodded and pulled over. Whe
Yvonne narrowed her eyes at Julian. "So you know who it is?"Julian lowered his eyes and replied seriously, "Just pretend you never saw that car.""Huh?" Yvonne watched Julian turn around to leave, puzzled. Fine, if they were going to be so secretive, she might as well give up asking them.…Yvonne and Stephen had more freedom at home than at Anderson Mansion. They weren't forced to sleep in the same room anymore, so Stephen had Tabitha clean the room next to his for Yvonne.While Tabitha was scratching her head over his decision to sleep in separate rooms, Yvonne was already dragging her things over to the other room gleefully."Thanks, Mr. Anderson!" She'd been waiting for this forever! Staring at Stephen's stoic face for 24 hours a day had been nothing short of a bore.Stephen was standing by his bedroom door when he heard her springy steps dart away, and his frown deepened instantly. It was easy to tell how eager Yvonna was to stay away from him."Hmph! Having a woman around is tro
The next morning, Stephen was in the middle of having breakfast when Yvonne went downstairs after getting dressed.Tabitha greeted her warmly. "You're up early too, Madam! Come have breakfast.""Sure, I'll just have something light." Yvonne sat across from Stephen. He was wearing his earphones, so she sat quietly without interrupting him."Don't you know how to greet people in the morning?" Stephen asked unhappily, without lifting his head.Yvonne stared at him dumbly. Did he really think he was a king? Conscious of Tabitha's presence, Yvonne explained with a smile. "I didn't want to bother you.""You're listening to financial news with your earphones. Why would she bother you?" Tabitha pushed a glass of warm milk into Yvonne's hand and admonished Stephen. "Can't you greet her first instead?"Stephen frowned. How did Yvonne win Tabitha over in just one night?Seeing Stephen dejected made Yvonne grin. "Mrs. Lopez, don't blame Stephen. I'll make sure to greet him first from now on.""Don
Half an hour later, someone knocked on Yvonne's door. She closed the folder she was holding. "Come in."A middle-aged man entered her office, walked up to her desk, and sat down arrogantly. "You were looking for me?"Yvonne looked at the man, whose face bore an uncanny resemblance to Thomas, and her lips curled slightly upward. "Now that I think about it, you're technically my uncle."Right after Thomas took over Miller Jewels, he hired his older brother, Patrick Jones, to fill a position in the company's most lucrative division: procurement. In less than two years, Patrick became the head of the department, making big bucks."Forget about it. We Joneses can't compare to you." Patrick leaned back in his seat and sneered at Yvonne.Thomas had warned his brother to be careful around Yvonne, but Patrick merely thought Thomas was being a coward. So what if Yvonne took over the company? The two of them had already sucked it dry. There was no way a little girl like her could find anything to
"I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, I won't ask our organization for help unless I'm really in a pinch." Yvonne stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Gwen, we've known each other for a long time, and I think of you as my own sister. You of all people should understand why I had to take Miller Jewels back."The other end of the call was silent. Eventually, Gwen gave in reluctantly and sighed. "Fine. I'll look into it." Suddenly, she remembered something. "That madam's got people looking for you again. Are you sure you don't want to take the job?"Yvonne hummed. "I don't have the time right now. Besides, she's too weird. How am I supposed to accept the job if she doesn't give me any information?"The "madam" they were talking about was a mysterious woman. She really couldn't blame Yvonne for declining her request if she lacked even the most basic faith in Yvonne. After all, she had specifically asked for Yvonne to do a job for her but had yet to provide any information.A
For the following week, Yvonne left the house early in the morning and didn't come home until late in the evening. So, Stephen barely got to see her except during his treatment times and could only resort to asking Julian to report what she was up to."Madam has recently been looking into the fake diamond incident at Miller Jewels. She even summoned all the staff who'd come into contact with that batch of diamonds for questioning. Yesterday, she held a meeting with the design department; they need to start putting together a new series because the new season is two months away. Things don't seem to be going well, though; they're severely short on finances. To make matters worse, the contract with the processing factory they're working with right now will expire soon, and the factory doesn't seem to plan on renewing it. Moreover, Miller Jewels will need to buy another batch of diamonds, so Madam should be short on money right now."Stephen kept silent but listened so attentively that on
"Achoo!" Yvonne sneezed as soon as she got out of the cab and rubbed her nose. It was strange since the weather today wasn't actually that cold. She received a message from Rachel as she reached the entrance of the bar. "I'm kind of in a pinch. Just come straight to the VIP lounges and find room 1108.""In a pinch?" wondered Yvonne, frowning. "Don't tell me she got drunk and picked a fight with someone again." Yvonne dashed into the bar without hesitation. Walking past the swaying crowd on the dance floor, she found a server to take her to the lounge.Yvonne could hear Rachel's voice loud and clear through the unlocked door. Immediately concerned, she kicked the door open, startling everyone in the room.In the dim lighting, Yvonne could only make out the outline of the people lining the couch, with Rachel standing at the center with a foot propped up on a glass table, holding a bottle of brandy. Everyone stopped in their tracks and awkwardly stared at Yvonne. Rachel recognized her b