Half an hour later, a heavy motorcycle stopped at the curb. Yvette swung her long legs off and removed her helmet. The onlookers gasped in awe. She stood casually on the sidewalk, her elegant features carrying a hint of coldness. Taking a vanilla toffee from her pocket, she unwrapped it slowly and popped it into her mouth.

Sienna immediately spotted Yvette and dashed over, reaching out to hug her. Just as she was about to reach, Yvette slowly extended a finger and tapped Sienna’s forehead. Her expression was indifferent, though her eyes narrowed slightly in a playful smile.

Sienna took two steps back, saying regretfully, "It's so challenging to take advantage of you."

Yvette turned, tossing the helmet to Sienna. "Put it on," she said, her voice cold and indifferent.

Sienna obediently donned the helmet and mounted the motorcycle. Two stunning women on a heavy motorcycle—it was undeniably cool. People on the street couldn't help but steal furtive glances. Even as they sped away, some regretted not asking for their contact information.

Yvette drove at over a hundred miles per hour, maintaining that speed. Under her helmet, she glanced at the rearview mirror, her eyes deepening slightly; a mischievous smile played on her lips. Someone was following them.

The next moment, at a crossroads, Yvette accelerated, leaving the black sedan far behind. The sedan, already at top speed, was left in the dust, unable to even catch a glimpse of the motorcycle's taillight.

Inside the sedan, the man's face hardened as he watched them disappear. His eyes were dark and inscrutable. Nathan thought, 'She actually knows Sienna. Her presence means even if I find Sienna today, if she doesn't cooperate, I can't bring her back.' He felt troubled. He never expected Sienna to have such strong support.

In the villa, Bruce sat in his study, eyes glued to his computer screen, the latest Mysonna stock market updates flashing before him. He frowned. Lately, the market had been volatile. Several promising stocks he'd been optimistic about had repeatedly hit their price limits for days. He sensed something unusual, hoping he was merely overthinking. Emmett and Chris were out handling tasks.

In the villa, besides Bruce upstairs, only Frankie remained. He had been sitting on the sofa playing games all morning, so engrossed he'd even skipped lunch. Just as Yvette and Sienna entered, he finished a game level. They stood at the doorway, watching him excitedly wave his arms.

Sienna tugged Yvette's sleeve, whispering, "Boss, is your friend a shaman, or is something wrong with his mind? He seems…out of it."

Yvette glanced at Sienna. "He's quite normal," she said, without lowering her voice.

Frankie, startled by her voice, blurted out, "Who? Who's not normal?"

Sienna looked at Frankie, who was now quiet. No matter how she looked at him, he seemed like an immature teenager.

Yvette walked to the sofa, sat down, crossed her legs, and propped her arm on the armrest. Frankie quickly poured her a glass of warm water, handing it to her with both hands. The whole process was smooth and efficient.

Sienna was speechless. She thought, 'Could it be that Yvette likes this kind of vibe? A powerful woman and her loyal young boyfriend?' The scene was so embarrassing she couldn't dwell on it. She still thought the man she'd seen at the Seacrity banquet was more suitable for Yvette. The person before her didn't seem very intelligent.

After completing this, Frankie curiously asked, "Yve, is this your friend?"

Yvette took a sip of water, her brows relaxing, softening her usually cold eyes. Her voice remained calm and gentle. "Yes, she'll be staying here for a while, and I'll take care of everything for her."

Frankie was surprised. This person clearly held a special place in Yvette's heart. Sienna, knowing making a good first impression was crucial, flashed her sweetest smile. "Hello, I'm Sienna."

Frankie dropped his casual demeanor. "Hello, I'm Frankie. Yvette has already told me. Feel at home. Besides Yvette, it's all men here. Two are away on business, and another is always upstairs with the stocks. You'll meet everyone at dinner. If you need anything, just let me know."

Since returning from the rainforest, they'd all agreed to address Yvette by her name—a gentler suggestion from Jeremiah, making things feel more friendly.

Sienna gave a shy smile. Frankie stared, momentarily stunned. How come Yvette’s friend is also so attractive?

They chatted for a while, mostly Sienna and Frankie, with Yvette listening silently, her gaze downcast. Soon, they were joking about becoming best friends forever.

Yvette glanced up at them, resting her chin on her hand. She chuckled softly. "Mind if I join you?"

Without hesitation, Sienna and Frankie answered in unison, "No way!"

Yvette lowered her gaze, wondering, Why am I being rejected like this? This feels a bit pathetic.

Frankie and Sienna continued their enthusiastic conversation. Frankie learned Sienna wanted to break up with her boyfriend, who disagreed and even considered confining her. This annoyed Frankie so much he cursed the guy for being a jerk. Of course, he didn't yet know Sienna's boyfriend was Nathan Goodman, heir to a prominent mafia family. He found out later, and wished he'd cursed even more intensely. Three years ago, Nathan had set him up, costing him billions—something he wouldn't forget.

"Don't go soft on him, Sienna," Frankie said. "Your boyfriend's a jerk for trying to lock you up. You did the right thing drugging him. If I were you, I'd poison him! You're too soft-hearted. A woman can't stand strong without a tough heart. This is something you've got to learn."

Sienna's eyes brightened. She nodded vigorously. "You're absolutely right. I really want to poison that jerk, but his brother is nuts. If I get caught, it's game over for me." She remembered Nathan's tales of his brother's 108 methods of punishment, tales that had kept her awake for days.

Frankie was about to speak when Yvette's phone rang.