Inside the vi, Sienna looked at Yvette, guilt etched on her face as she instinctively shrank back, “Yve, I didn’t mean to hide my pregnancy. Nathan tampered with the condoms, she stammered.
Yvette sniffed and raised an eyebrow, her expressionpletely unreadable, causing Sienna to lower her gaze. She muttered softly, “me me for coveting appearance a little absolutely not much, and he has no more.”
Frankie discreetly grabbed a cup of water, distancing himself from the two women.
His experience told him to stay out of women’s disputes to avoid the fallout.
Yvette raised an eyebrow with a striking jawline, her voice calm and measured. “It’s your choice whether to keep the child. No one can take responsibility for your life.
Sienna felt a pang of sadness at these words. She thought, Does Ms. Zeller me me?”
Yvette crossed her legs, frowning and not knowing why Sienna was feeling down.
She added, “Don’t worry about the child. It should be easy to raise him. I raised myself just fine.”
Frankie spat out his water in surprise and gave Yvette a thumbs-up, eximing exaggeratedly, “Yvette, you raised yourself? What do you mean?”
Yvette shot Frankie a look, her eyes clearly saying, “Are you an idiot?”
After a brief silence, she continued, her dark gaze lingering. “I cook for myself, dress myself, study, and earn a living. Does that confuse you?”
Yvette didn’t say that since she was a child, anything that interested her was basically self-taught, and she had never understood what it was like to struggle in others’ eyes.
Frankie stared at her, pondering the unfairness of life.
He thought, “What did God deny Yvette? Beauty? No, she was stunning. Talent? Clearly not. She was Cyanbird, an international artist whose painting once fetched 160 million dors at auction.
Frankie stared at her for a long time, and finally, he had to concede that life was unjust and Yvette was wless.
Sienna looked at Yvette sheepishly. “Yve, you’re not mad at me, are you?”
Yvette replied with a simple “Hmm.
Sienna’s relief was palpable.
*****
Meanwhile, Emmett and Chris managed to make it back to the vi in just ten minutes.
Yvette, Frankie, are you two okay?” they called as they approached.
Frankie, Sienna, and Yvette turned to the door, where Emmett and Chris entered at a brisk pace.
Emmett noticed a strange woman in the living room and frowned, assuming she was another of Frankie’s girlfriends and was about to reprimand him.
Frankie noticed Emmett’s look at the door and immediately realized he had the wrong idea. He exin. “This is Sienna, a good friend of Yvette. She’ll be staying here for a while.
After hearing this, Emmett’s demeanor rxed significantly.
Emmett and Chris both became much more courteous,
Emmett greeted, “Hello, I’m Emmett, Yvette’s friend is also our hend, so feel at home here”
Chris, less experienced with women, simply nodded and added, I’m Chris.”
Vickly jumped in to Sienna nodded politely. “Hello, I’m Sienna. I apologize for the trouble. I’ll move out as soon as things are settled.”
After Emmett and Chris greeted her, they anxiously turned to Yvette and Frankie, asking worriedly, “Yvette, Frankie, was there a man here just now? Did you see him?”
Emmett didn’t mention Nathan’s name directly.
Frankie first nodded, then shook his head, leaving Emmett and Chris confused.
Emmett nced at Yvette, sitting on the sofa, absorbed in her phone.
“Yvette, did a man with shy lookse by just now?” he asked carefully.
Yvette nced down at a text message that had just arrived on her phone. The message re judge position for you for this year’s International Piano Competition.]
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This was the third year in a row that the International Piano Competition had invited Yvette to be a judge.
Yvette replied tly: [No need.]
After sending the message, she looked at the others and said. “Yes, he came and just left.”
Sienna quietly asked, “Was that man with a shy look Nathan?”
Emmett and Chris stared at her, surprised she knew about Nathan.
Nervously, Sienna stepped back toward Yvette, feeling safer near her.
She thought, “How many enemies had my ex-boyfriend made?”
Frankie quickly exined, “No, don’t scare her. That scumbag is why Sienna is hiding here. To put it simply, he’s her ex- boyfriend. Sienna wanted to break up, but Nathan refused and chased after her. Yvette brought her here out of fear he would hurt her.
Everyone knew that Frankie had suffered over a billion dors because of Nathan three years ago.
Later, the Goodman family faced consequences too. Jeremiah led a group to intercept arms from them, costing them billions and leaving Nathan empty-handed.
Emmett and Chris heard Frankie’s exnation but weren’t interested in Sienna and Nathan’s issues.
But they were concerned that since Sienna was staying here, Nathan’s knowledge of her whereaboutsplicated things. Emmett asked, “Ms. Sterling, are you sure you want to break up with Nathan?”
Sienna’s expression was resolute. “Yes, I truly want to break up, but I don’t want to involve anyone else. If this is inconvenient for you…
Emmett cut her off.
The Goodman family might rule Mysonna, but they were just kings of this territory.
There were others out there.
They were not afraid of the Goodman family.
He said. “Ms. Sterling, you’re overthinking it. You’re good friends with Yvette, so you’re ours too. Nathan is vindictive and has a notorious reputation. Leaving him was the right choice. Just feel free to stay here.”
Emmett uncontrobly made a jab at Nathan again
Yvette stood up, holding his phone, a nasal tone in his voice. “It’s just Nathan. There’s no need to be nervous. If he bes a hassle, just kill him.”
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Frankie observed their expressions and wanted to tell them to calm down.
After all, Yvette had already shot Nathan decisively, and he had fled in humiliation.
Emmett feltpelled to remind Yvette that dealing with Nathan differed from handling a python. The Goodman family was not to be trifled with.
Chris hesitated before saying. “Yvette, the Goodman family has significant power. They’re not easy to confront
Yvette smirked. “Neither am 1.”