Jeremiah entered the living room, followed by Yusef carrying two cups of coffee. Yvette and Jase sat on opposite sides of a partially played chessboard, engrossed in their game. They acknowledged the newcomers but remained silent.

Yusef placed the coffee beside them and retreated. Emmett watched the scene, uncertain how to proceed. Jase and Yvette were clearly in sync. Jeremiah sat beside Yvette, remaining quiet. Jase gave him a sidelong glance. The unspoken thought hung in the air: typical of someone who forgets his grandfather once he has a girlfriend. The black chess pieces were already losing.

Jase stroked his beard, a hint of smugness in his eyes, maintaining his composure. He said, "Hey, Yvette, look at this board. Do we even need to continue?" Yusef stood beside Jase, Emmett beside Jeremiah and Yvette. Both looked at the chessboard. Jase's white pieces had a significant advantage; the black pieces had no chance of a comeback. Yvette had lost, and badly.

Jeremiah speared a piece of apple with his fork and offered it to Yvette, who readily ate it. Emmett was unsurprised; he'd seen this countless times. But for Jase and Yusef, this was a novel scene, quite a shock. Jase felt particularly conflicted. He never imagined his grandson could be so considerate in love. He feeds her apples? Are they not afraid of the sour…?

Jeremiah tucked a stray lock of hair behind Yvette's ear. "Let Grandpa win?" he asked gently.

Yvette smiled slightly, her eyes fixed on him. "Nope, just killing time out of boredom."

Jase protested, "Yvette, you can't back out. A bet's a bet!"

Yvette calmly replied, "Continue." Jase, confident of victory, agreed to wait.

Half an hour later, everyone except Yvette and Jeremiah were shocked. Yvette had skillfully reversed the game's momentum, achieving a stunning comeback victory. The black pieces dominated; Yvette had won. Jase's eyes twitched. He realized Yvette's boredom had been a ruse.

Jase blushed, coughed, and sipped his coffee. "This round is yours, Yvette," he conceded.

Yvette twirled a black chess piece. "Does it count?" she teased.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Jase said with a hint of grievance, "You really don't give your grandpa any face, do you, girl?" His tone was slightly pitiful.

Jeremiah responded indifferently, "Grandpa, you're overacting." Emmett instantly understood whose side Jase would take in any conflict between Yvette and him.

Jase felt a pang of hurt. What an ungrateful kid! He's always trying to undermine me! Yusef intervened, saying, "Mr. Jase Chavez, Mr. Clifford Chavez just called. He asked if you're coming back for dinner today."

Jase, relieved, nodded. At least his son still cared. He glanced at Jeremiah and snorted. "Tell Clifford I'm not coming back for dinner. I'll head to Walter's place instead."

Yusef called Clifford: "Mr. Jase Chavez says he's not coming back, so you don't need to prepare anything."

Clifford's voice, heard by Jeremiah, Yvette, and Emmett, replied, "Alright, sounds good. It's Aurora. She asked if Dad is coming home for dinner. Let's just have him eat at Uncle Walter's place, so Aurora won't have to work all day. She's already exhausted. That's settled. Hanging up."

Jase's smug smile vanished. He took a deep breath. This is my very child… Forget about my children… He felt an urge to strangle his son. Just another one who forgets his dad once he has a wife.

Awkward silence filled the room. Yusef quickly hung up. I planned they would act as firefighters; they're making things worse, he thought.

Yvette placed her chess piece down, looked at Jeremiah, and said, "I'm hungry. Let's have some steak."

Jeremiah nodded, stood, and ruffled her hair. "I'll get some ingredients. Wait for me." He turned to Jase. "Grandpa, want to join us?"

Jase considered refusing, but feared being excluded. Yvette smiled slightly. "The loser has to grant the winner one request. Mine is that you stay and have steak with us."

Jase, secretly pleased, reluctantly agreed. He rarely enjoyed simple home-cooked meals, and dinners with Jeremiah were infrequent.

Emmett and Yusef volunteered to help prepare the meal.

Once everyone left, only Yvette and Jase remained. Jase looked at Yvette kindly. He sipped his coffee, then spoke in a gentle tone: "International youth painter Cyanbird? Brilliant physicist S who played a crucial role in developing the new energy project? True behind-the-scenes investor of Sunrise Group? Founder of the brand Vibe? Top-level confidential officer for Interpol?"

Jase's status meant Yvette's identities couldn't remain hidden. He was surprised by her accomplishments. Yvette, in her early twenties, held all these positions. Yet, she remained calm and unperturbed.

Yvette merely lifted her eyes. "So what?" she asked, her deep blue eyes cold.

Jase paused. "So which one is the real you?"

Yvette curled her lips. "Every single one of them is me. There's no conflict."

Jase stared. After a long moment, he said, "You've passed the test."

Yvette tapped her foot. "Actually, today's test was a setup. You wanted me to find a flaw. You were more interested in testing my observation skills and how I handled the situation. If I had arrogantly jumped in to help you, 'helpless farmer,' I bet you wouldn't be sitting here right now."