Yvette massaged her temples, watching Sienna's smug face across the room. Exasperation clouded her thoughts. "What kind of lame excuse is that? Who would believe you?"

As expected, Zachary wore a "Do you take me for a fool?" expression. Even the housekeepers in the living room noticed Sienna's blatant lies. Sienna continued making faces at Yvette, as if afraid her deception wouldn't be discovered.

Zachary, unwilling to expose her, played along. "Ms. Sterling," he said, "since that's the case, I won't disturb you two. I need to attend to some matters." He turned to Lucas, adding sternly, "Come upstairs with me."

Sienna secretly wished everyone would leave, leaving her and Yvette alone, and quickly nodded. "Mr. Chambers, please continue your work. Don't mind us. Ms. Zeller and I will be fine here," she said. Her face plainly conveyed, "Why haven't you left yet? Can't you move any faster?"

Zachary sighed, wondering why he wasn't welcome. After he and Lucas left, Sienna glanced at the remaining housekeepers. "You all can leave. I'll stay here with Ms. Zeller. Leave the gown; I'll try it on her myself."

The housekeepers exchanged glances but hesitated, looking to Yvette. Seeing her nod, they departed.

Once alone, Sienna jumped up, rushed to Yvette, crouched, hugged her leg, and began wailing theatrically. "Wow, Boss! You're finally back! You've been gone for three years, leaving Vibe with me. I've worked diligently, never slacking off, and have been so busy, I haven't even had time to date!" she cried, pointing to her cheeks. "Look at my face! Once full of collagen, now it's gone. The fine lines around my eyes are even more pronounced than three years ago! If this keeps up, I'll never get married! If that happens, I'll have to stick with you forever!"

Yvette, legs crossed on the couch, remained silent, her eyes cold. Ignoring Sienna's dramatic performance, she said, "I'll give you three minutes to say what you want."

Sienna peeked at Yvette through her fingers. Hesitantly, she whispered, "Boss, can you take charge of the designs for next quarter's ready-to-wear collection?"

Yvette's fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest. Sienna's heart beat in sync, thinking, 'Geez, she's still just as intimidating after three years.' She recalled Yvette's extraordinary nature from their first meeting: an eighteen-year-old girl who made over twenty strong men kneel and beg for mercy. Even without a fashion design background, her casual sketches secured personal acceptance into Mysonna's top fashion school. Then, she invested $160 million in Sienna's fledgling company, making all major decisions remotely for three years.

Yvette glanced at Sienna, lost in thought. "Sure."

Sienna, startled, asked, "Huh?"

Yvette, amused, replied casually, "Oh, forget it then."

Sienna wouldn't let this opportunity slip. Flashing a charming smile, she pleaded, "No, no, no… Boss, I was just too surprised. I need it. I really need your help."

Yvette teased, "All right, once I'm done with the drawing. I'll send it to you. You can date someone now."

Sienna, knowing Yvette had seen through her, scratched her head awkwardly. Despite her rebellious attire, she reverted to a schoolgirl demeanor. "Boss, actually, I have a boyfriend, and he's from the Goodman family in Mysonna. His name is Nathan," she admitted.

Yvette leisurely picked up her coffee cup, showing no surprise. Sienna knew her boss wasn't as simple as she'd thought; the Goodman family's prominence made Yvette's potential knowledge of Nathan unsurprising.

Yvette drank her coffee, noting its inferiority to Simon's office brew. Looking up, her expression turned serious. "If you want to be with Nathan, you need to be ready for the dangers ahead. If you're looking for a simpler life, stay away from him." Yvette spoke directly, eschewing small talk.

Sienna sat quietly, her eyes filled with melancholy and hesitation. After a moment, she laughed bitterly. "Boss, I realized a long time ago he's not ordinary. Nathan claims legitimate trade, but I've seen groups of well-trained men in black visit him several times. Twice, he returned at night smelling of blood. He thinks he's fooled me, but I've always known. I just… always let him believe I knew nothing. Boss, you know Nathan. What exactly does he do?"

Hope shone in Sienna's eyes. Yvette's face, bathed in the sunset's glow, held a cold, slightly narrowed expression.

"Nathan," Yvette explained, "is the heir to Mysonna's leading underground mafia family, the Goodmans, controlling most of the firearms and drug trade. He's the eldest son, raised by Damian Goodman. Five years ago, he took over the family's legitimate businesses while laundering money. He appears gentle, but he's ruthlessly efficient. Many lives have perished by his hand."

The light in Sienna's eyes dimmed. She hadn't imagined her boyfriend of a year, the man she planned to marry, was the son of a Mysonna mafia family. Guns? Drugs? Murder? These words were alien to her life, yet suddenly terrifyingly close. A dark cloud loomed, her heart twisting with turmoil and pain. The thought of Nathan's murderous acts sickened her. Fighting nausea, she forced a weak smile. "Boss, I'm leaving now. The dress is in the box, tailored to your size. I-I'll be going now," she stammered, quickly departing. Yvette watched her go, silent.