Frankie noticed people ignoring him, so he raised his hands, signaling he meant no harm. "Come on," he said, "it was just a small amount of money I tricked you three out of last time. Believe me this time!"

Emmett chewed his sandwich, Bruce sipped his black coffee, and Chris read the newspaper, ignoring him.

Frankie turned to Yvette, engrossed in her phone. "Yve," he said in a friendly tone, "aren't you a bit curious? I've heard an exciting secret you'd love."

Yvette lowered her phone, rested her chin on her hand, and slowly sipped her drink. Looking up with clear eyes, she coolly replied, "Not interested."

Frankie persisted. "Yve, six hundred and sixty thousand dollars won't buy you any tricks."

Yvette raised an eyebrow, set down her cup, glanced at the others still ignoring Frankie, then looked back at him with amusement. "Account," she said.

Frankie was surprised she actually wanted to send him money.

Bruce set down his coffee. "Don't listen to Frankie's nonsense," he warned Yvette. Emmett and Chris nodded, aware Frankie's "secrets" usually involved celebrities.

Ignoring their doubts, Frankie quickly sent his account details to Yvette's phone. A moment later, Yvette received a notification, and Frankie's phone buzzed with a bank text. Thrilled, he felt lucky. Unlike the frugal guys, Yve was easily persuaded.

Seeing Frankie's happiness, Yvette smiled to herself, wondering if making money was truly this easy.

Frankie straightened, his expression serious. "I have some real news. Last night, a woman fought over a hundred men at the Raindrop Bar. Can you guess what happened?"

Emmett, Bruce, and Chris exchanged surprised glances. The outcome was obvious.

Emmett frowned. "This is serious. What happened? Tell us!"

Realizing he shouldn't joke, Frankie said, "You won't believe it—the woman won. She defeated all of Tiger Head's men!"

Emmett, Bruce, and Chris were stunned. "A woman beating an entire gang?"

Bruce frowned. "When did Mysonna get such a strong fighter?"

Chris shook his head. "The shocking part is she's a woman. That's hard to believe. Even in a long fight, she must have amazing stamina."

Frankie looked at Yvette. 'A woman like Yve? If they ever faced each other, who would win? What is going on this year? Are women really that strong? It's a bit upsetting for us men,' he thought. He asked Yvette, "Aren't you curious about a woman who fights like you?"

Yvette calmly shook her head, continuing to play with her phone. "There's nothing interesting about having the same fighting skills," she said.

Frankie scratched his head, confused. "The same fighting skills?" Before he could ponder further, Sienna came downstairs. "Sorry I'm late," she said, greeting Yvette. "Yve, good morning."

The four acknowledged Sienna, and Frankie eagerly pulled out a chair. "Sit down, bro."

Sienna casually sat, startling Emmett, Bruce, and Chris. "Thanks, bro," she said.

Bruce visibly shook, surprised by their playful banter.

After chatting with Sienna, Frankie remembered his unfinished story. "There's one more thing that will probably shock you even more."

The three turned to Frankie with icy expressions. Sensing their intensity, he quickly continued, "Apparently, that woman knows Braydon. After she left, Braydon ordered the execution of all Tiger Head members, and later that night, the Raindrop Bar caught fire. It seems Braydon wanted to destroy all evidence. Those bodies are likely just ashes now."

Bruce, Emmett, and Chris recalled rumors about Braydon disliking women, wondering if this woman was the reason.

Bruce mused, "If Frankie's right, did Braydon kill over a hundred men for her? Their relationship must be complicated."

Chris agreed. "They probably have a romantic connection."

Emmett frowned. "I doubt it's romantic. If they were really together, why would she cause trouble with Tiger Head? It doesn't make sense. This year, Tiger Head has made a lot of money selling new drugs for the Goodman family. Why would she sabotage her boyfriend's business?"

Sienna, quietly sipping her milk, hesitated. "I think Emmett is right. I heard Nathan say Braydon doesn't have a girlfriend. He loves a woman he's never been able to win over. He cares for her a lot. Even the dog she rescued lives better than most people in the Goodman family."

The four looked at Sienna, momentarily forgetting she'd dated Nathan. Their understanding of Braydon was based on rumors, but Nathan's words carried weight. They felt certain this woman was the one Braydon always wanted but couldn't have.

Frankie smirked, his attitude cheeky. "Honestly, if we go against the Goodman family, we should find this woman and use her to mess with Braydon. I can even use my charms to seduce her. She may like me! That would definitely make Braydon angry."

Yvette lowered her gaze, tracing the rim of her cup, tilting her head slightly and raising an eyebrow at Frankie, seemingly uninterested. Bruce, Emmett, and Chris exchanged amused smiles at Frankie's boldness. Encouraged, Frankie felt a rare sense of approval from his friends.