Andrew rubbed his eyes, muttering, "Whose phone is that? It certainly knows how to pick a time, interrupting my beautiful dream."

Aurora approached gently, saying, "It's Yvette's. Wait, I'll call her."

Andrew instantly awoke, panicked, and tried to rise. In his haste, he knocked over a glass of water, splashing the ringing phone. He quickly wiped it, thinking, Yvette's old phone model isn't easy to replace, and if it breaks, I'm done for. Charles glanced at the black phone, aware it had been with Ms. Zeller for nearly a decade.

Flustered, Andrew accidentally pressed the wrong button. A cheerful female voice chirped, "Hello, little boss, I have a tiny confession. I had to tell Alan you're behind 'Vibe' and the Blossom and Dream collections. But don't worry, I told him to keep your identity secret. Yvette, you're so generous, I'm sure you'll forgive this little cutie of yours, right?"

The three in the living room—Aurora, Andrew, and Charles—were frozen in shock.

Sienna, on the other end, added quickly, "Yvette, I didn't mean it! Alan's reliable and admires you. Today was sudden; he wouldn't have left those thirty custom dresses otherwise. Please don't be mad. I promise not to ask for design drafts for three years!"

Silence. Only heavy breathing filled the room. Sienna sensed something was amiss. Yvette wouldn't be speechless, would she? Then, Yvette's cold voice cut through: "I know."

Aurora turned to the stairs, where Yvette leaned casually against the railing, calm and collected. Aurora's mind raced. So, that woman's daughter-in-law founded "Vibe"? She recalled the caller ID—Sienna. The head designer of "Vibe," a design genius! No wonder Alan delivered thirty custom dresses for free. It wasn't because Yvette saved the secret owner; she is the secret owner! The hottest clothing company founded by a girl in her twenties? And my daughter-in-law? Aurora felt a surge of satisfaction. Her business acumen is incredible! Someone to take over my company? Aurora began strategizing, realizing it might be challenging.

Andrew, slumped on the couch, was dazed. His soaked pants went unnoticed. Another mind-blowing secret? Cyanbird the painter? An Interpol officer? The boss of "Vibe"? Yvette's secrets are terrifying! Jeremiah hit the jackpot marrying her. He sighed, Forget envying charmed lives; I'd settle for living off someone like that. Beautiful? Talented? Unique? And who else gets drunk and still runs military drills?

Charles remained composed. A girl who outclassed grown men at ten could definitely found "Vibe." With Ms. Zeller, anything is possible.

Andrew sighed. Charles asked, "What's wrong?"

Andrew murmured, "Some people are born to create miracles and crush others."

Charles nodded, "You're right. Just get used to it."

Yvette hung up, changed into a simple white T-shirt and shorts, and casually addressed them, "I started 'Vibe' a few years ago, on a whim."

They were speechless.

Andrew clicked his tongue. Just a whim? Devastating to my self-esteem!

Charles smiled. Hundreds of billions, a casual side project... Ms. Zeller certainly knows how to get under people's skin.

Aurora composed herself. Amazing, confidently bold yet endearingly cute. She asked, "Yvette, hypothetically, would you refuse managing a billion-dollar company?"

Yvette replied casually, "I would. Don't even think about it."

Aurora's face fell. Why is it so hard to give her a company?

Andrew, sipping water, watched with envy. She wants to hand over her empire, but Yvette doesn't care about money! Who wouldn't want that kind of money? He felt his $1500 salary was a noose.

After more conversation, Aurora and Yvette parted. The Chavez family's staff loaded the dresses into two large trucks, even stunning the security guard. A truckload of clothes? Next level.