Yvette casually glanced at Jacob, whose body was stiff. She pursed her lips and smiled. "Just make sure to protect my man from now on."

Jacob nodded awkwardly and looked at Jeremiah, who grinned smugly. He thought, Does Jeremiah even need protection? Ms. Zeller really thinks a lot of me!

In the bustling airport, Jeremiah, in a white shirt and black dress pants, subtly revealed his collarbone, exuding a restrained yet intimidating charm. Others kept their distance. He gently squeezed Yvette's hand; in his dark eyes, only her reflection was visible. Lowering his voice, he asked, "You won't come home with me?"

Casually lifting her head and tilting it slightly, Yvette looked at Jeremiah seriously. They stood close, their breaths mingling. "Yeah, I still have things to deal with here," she said.

Jeremiah looked a bit pitiful. Yvette broke into a smile. "Stop acting. You're not a good actor."

Jeremiah, giving a helpless smile, replied, "I'm not pretending. I am sad. Do you know how hard it is to get a girlfriend for the first time at thirty?"

Emmett, Bruce, Chris, and Frankie pretended not to hear. They thought, Mr. Chavez is so cunning he even acts in front of Yvette. Why does it feel a bit weird?

Yvette squeezed Jeremiah's wrist, a playful look in her eyes. "Take care. Goodbye."

The four men almost clapped. They thought, It doesn't work on Yve.

After Jeremiah left, Emmett drove, Yvette sat in the front, and Frankie and the others were in the back. Yvette curled up, her hat covering most of her face, only her chin visible. She played a game on her phone; soon, a winning sound played.

Frankie glanced over but could only see the words "FastPulse Technologies" on the screen. "Ms. Zeller, what game are you playing? I've never seen it before. Is it something new from FastPulse Technologies?"

Yvette turned off her phone, resting her hand on the car window. "Yeah, but it's not available yet. It'll be released later this year."

Frankie scratched his head. "FastPulse Technologies is releasing a new online game? How come I didn't know about this? I'm a gamer, and I haven't seen any announcement. Maybe I've been too busy. But Ms. Zeller, how did you get access to the beta test? Usually, FastPulse does internal testing."

Chris, usually focused on training, chimed in, "What's so strange about that? Maybe Yve is just really good at games, so FastPulse Technologies thought she was a good fit for the beta test."

Frankie couldn't think of a better explanation. He figured Chris was right; otherwise, he couldn't understand why the world's biggest game company would be connected with Ms. Zeller.

While driving, Emmett looked serious. Bruce noticed. "What's wrong? Ever since we left the airport, you've seemed preoccupied."

Emmett shared his worries. "I'm afraid it won't be long before we have a confrontation with the Goodman family."

Everyone knew who he meant—the Goodman family, Mysonna's top mafia family for nearly two decades. Bruce fell silent.

Frankie blurted out, "What's the big deal? If Mr. Chavez uses his people, how will the Goodman family deal with them? It's not certain who would win."

Silence followed. Bruce, Chris, and Emmett stared at him disapprovingly. They thought, This fool. Mr. Chavez clearly isn't ready to reveal his hidden power to Yve, and now it's being blurted out so openly!

Yvette tapped her fingers on the car window, eyes closed, seemingly ignoring Frankie. Everyone thought, Some things are better left for Mr. Chavez to discuss with Yve himself!

The atmosphere was awkward. Frankie, realizing his mistake, tried to lighten the mood. "Why are you staying in Mysonna, Ms. Zeller?"

Yvette opened her eyes, her expression captivating and rebellious as she unwrapped a vanilla toffee and put it in her mouth. "To kill someone," she said.

Frankie exclaimed, "Come on, Ms. Zeller. Stop joking. Do you really have any enemies here?" Bruce and Chris also looked at her. After time spent in the rainforest, they considered Yvette one of their own; her enemies were theirs too.

Yvette stared out the window, her expression blank. She moved her fingers slightly. "No enemies," she replied, then closed her eyes, clearly wanting no more discussion. The others took the hint. They thought, Yve's way of dealing with Eban proved her ability and cruelty.

In eastern Mysonna lay the Goodman family's estate—a death trap, known for its brutality. Countless bodies, often unrecognizable, were reportedly carried out daily. Yet, it was also a place many in the underworld aspired to reach, drawn by the promise of privilege and power.

In recent years, Braydon, the Goodman family's ruthless second son, had led their operations. Five years ago, he swiftly eliminated all opposing officers his father had left behind. He was known for his ruthlessness and his lack of interest in women. Even before he took over, attempts to introduce women to him often ended tragically. After, anyone foolish enough to try simply vanished.

Rumors circulated among the servants that Braydon often stared at an empty photo frame at night. In the last two years, however, no one dared offer him women; some speculated he might prefer men.