"Is something going on?" Jeremiah asked.

Andrew, phone in hand, snapped back to reality at the cold voice. He glanced at the couple at the airport entrance, gritted his teeth, and decided to act. "Mr. Chavez, I'm back at Betrico Airport. Guess who I just saw?"

Jeremiah paused. "Andrew, are you bored?"

Sensing Jeremiah's impatience, Andrew hurried on. "Jeremiah, this is serious! I saw Yvette at the airport with a very handsome guy, over six feet tall. They were laughing and chatting; he even helped her with her backpack!"

Andrew paused, sighing slightly after his breathless report. Three seconds of silence followed. What's going on? Jeremiah isn't even angry that Yvette is with another man? he thought.

Jeremiah's hand, mid-gesture, paused. "A handsome man?"

Andrew carefully observed the man in the distance. "Yeah, he's good-looking, but not as good as me."

Another moment of silence from Jeremiah. Noticing Yvette and her companion preparing to leave, Andrew felt a surge of urgency.

"Jeremiah, they're leaving! Hurry! I'll follow them and keep you updated. You know my skills; I won't be noticed!" Before Jeremiah could respond, Andrew hung up.

Turning to the driver, he said, "Give me your jacket. You can go back now. Tell my dad and Samantha I'm busy saving Jeremiah's future. Big responsibility; I'll skip dinner." He quickly donned the jacket.

Airport onlookers gaped as a handsome man swiftly relieved an older man of his jacket. Andrew ignored them, slipping into the borrowed garment and driving off, tailing Yvette and her companion, leaving the bewildered driver shivering in the wind.

In the car, Charles drove, glancing at Yvette, who was engrossed in a game. His lips twitched slightly. He recalled their rigorous training, the countless attempts to best Yvette, their coach—firearms, off-roading, combat, judo, kendo, taekwondo… They always lost, by a point or two at most. In the Seventy-Two Chambers, Yvette had thoroughly suppressed over a thousand people. Eventually, they had resorted to intelligence, proving that idle challenges led to frustration.

One esports player from the Goodman family had provocatively challenged Yvette to a FastPulse Technologies game. She crushed him by fifty points. He reportedly left the training camp with psychological scars and retired from esports.

Now, watching Yvette play Super Mario, Charles was speechless. Could it be that at a certain skill level, one only finds joy in childish games? Yvette's world is unfathomable, he mused.

Yvette put away her phone, glanced in the rearview mirror, smirked, and said, "Turn left." This contradicted the navigation. Without hesitation, Charles obeyed.

He then noticed the black car following them since the airport. Enemies in Clusia already? he thought. His expression hardened. "Yvette, it might be Chief Braydon. Could I…" He mimed a throat-slitting gesture. As leader of the Seventy-Two Chambers, he was accustomed to taking lives.

Yvette glanced at him indifferently, opened a bag of chips, and took a bite. "This is a society governed by the rule of law. If there's a problem, we should go to the police."

Charles' hand froze. Hearing that from Yvette was shocking. He composed himself. "Yvette, given my identity, going to the police is…inappropriate, right?" As a gang leader? he thought.

Yvette turned away, her expression impassive. "Find a place to park. I'm hungry."

Charles noted her appetite. He trusted Yvette to handle whatever was happening. Whatever she decides, I'll follow, he thought. "Okay," he replied.

In the black car, Andrew gripped the wheel. My driving king title a joke? Think you can shake me off? Dream on! He'd followed them since the airport. The road seemed familiar. Skyland? Is she taking him to Mr. Chavez's villa? Bold, he thought.

He saw the car stop near restaurants. Yvette and the man exited. Andrew ducked his head, peeking up again to find them gone. I can't lose them. How will I explain this to Jeremiah?

After ten minutes, he spotted them at a restaurant window. He approached an adjacent vendor, feigning a purchase. "How much for this?" Before the vendor answered, he added, "Two portions."

Hesitantly, the vendor asked, "Sure?"

Andrew, eyes fixed on Yvette and the man, replied, "Yes. Hurry."

Thrilled, the vendor began preparing the order. Yvette had already spotted Andrew; her surprise was evident. Noticing his purchase, a mischievous smile played on her lips.

Charles, pleased with his disguise, held up the fried chicken. "It's ready, Yvette. What else?" He lowered his voice. "Should I take care of him? No trace."

Yvette, hands in pockets, glanced at Andrew. "No need. I know him. Let's go."

Charles was stunned. Yvette knows him? This guy is following... Relief washed over him; he wasn't an enemy. Charles followed Yvette into a steakhouse. The handsome man and beautiful woman drew subtle glances from others.