Just as Yvette was about to hang up, the caller sensed it and quickly switched his tone. “Yve, don’t hang up! I’ve got something important!”

Yvette paused, her finger hovering over the hang-up button, then brought the phone back to her ear. “What is it?”

On the other end, Joe was frustrated. He was the bassist of the powerful Sun Fall gang, and everyone in the underworld respected him. But with Yvette, he felt compelled to submit. On her first day as his mentor, he'd been severely beaten, breaking a leg. He'd fought back, only to receive a brutal lesson in obedience.

“Yve, why are you so harsh? You left me! What’s so exciting in Clusia? Lions? Tigers? You could go, but why not take me? I’m stuck here dealing with the old man. I can’t eat, sleep, or even enjoy dating!” Joe groaned.

Yvette stayed on the line knowing Joe, however unreliable, wouldn't call her in the middle of the night for idle chat. She cut through his rambling. "Two minutes. Get to the point."

Joe paused. “Braydon contacted me.”

“Braydon?” Yvette was confused. Lately, Joe had been berated by his grandfather and had to watch Braydon, a maniac who only behaved normally around Yvette.

“I’m not sure what’s going on with him. He’s been asking about you and watching me. He offered me a bunch of new weapons and a ten percent cut—billions of dollars—to find out where you are! Luckily, I refused. Otherwise, he’d have shown up at your door. But he’s dealing with family drama—his father’s illegitimate son is causing trouble—so he might be occupied for a while. Serves him right,” Joe laughed.

“Thanks,” Yvette replied. She rarely expressed gratitude, but she knew how hard Joe worked to protect her secret. Such a huge profit… even without mentioning it to his grandfather, explaining it wouldn't be easy.

“Yve, treat me better! Look out for me,” Joe tried to act cute.

Yvette chuckled. “Can’t really look out for you, but I’ll send you some internal documents from the Storm Wind gang later.”

Joe shouted with excitement—this was worth far more than billions! For decades, Storm Wind and Sun Fall had clashed in southern Ameria. With this intel, he could finally defeat them.

Yvette felt his happiness. She hadn’t shared the information earlier to avoid involvement. It annoyed her, but she disliked owing favors. Any future trouble? She didn’t care.

After hanging up, Yvette dialed another number. The call connected quickly. “This is Yvette,” she said.

The voice on the other end was incredulous. “Yvette? Is that you, Ms. Zeller?”

“Put Nathan on the line,” Yvette replied, her tone icy.

The transfer was immediate. They knew her reputation. Higher-ups had instructed them to connect her call immediately—no exceptions. The person giggled; he could brag about speaking to Yvette.

Within five seconds, a deep voice said, “Vene, this is Nathan.”

Yvette gazed out into the moonlight. “Keep an eye on him.”

Nathan knew his impulsive brother was searching for Yvette. He’d tried to stop him, but once Braydon fixated, even their grandfather couldn’t stop him. He felt helpless; he wished Braydon would never find Yvette.

He explained, “Yvette, you know Braydon. He’s so powerful now, even Grandpa’s afraid. I can’t hold him back.”

Yvette replied coldly, “That’s your problem. If you can’t, I’ll send him away for good.”