Jeremiah quirked his lips, his voice low and cold. "It's nice to be cared for by someone." He glanced at Jase, who leaned on a cane, and casually added, "Oh, I forgot, Grandpa, you might not be cared for by anyone, so you wouldn't understand. Sorry."

Yusef stifled his laughter. He thought, These two, grandfather and grandson, are always at it, neither yielding. Mr. Chavez is showing off his affection!

Jase swung his cane, feigning a blow. Jeremiah dodged, retreated to the door, and opened it smoothly. "No need to see me off, Grandpa," he said, standing still.

Jase chuckled. When would I ever see him off? Now he even knows how to climb down from his high horse! He waved his hand impatiently. "Get out of here, you annoy me just by being around!" A smile played on his lips; he was the epitome of insincerity.

As Jeremiah left, he didn't forget to tease Jase again. "Grandpa, you're old; be careful not to strain your back." He turned and walked away without looking back. Jase, furious, yelled at his retreating figure. "You little brat! Your grandpa is still going strong and can do eighty push-ups! If you don't believe me, come back and challenge me!"

Yusef, seeing the situation escalate, feared for Jase's blood pressure. He quickly helped him sit down, smoothing his breathing. "Why compete with Mr. Chavez? You couldn't keep up when you were young, let alone now."

Jase rolled his eyes. Yusef is definitely sent by the enemy—not sure if he's comforting me or just stifling me. What does he mean I couldn't keep up when I was young? He said indignantly, "I was definitely stronger than that brat when I was young."

Yusef could only nod insincerely. He thought, Ah, the Chavez men, always strong-willed and never admitting defeat! "Of course, you would win," he agreed.

Jase composed himself, took a sip of coffee, and calmed his breath. "Alright, alright, don't feed me insincere words."

Yusef scratched his nose. Okay… This is a typical case of knowing the truth but refusing to accept it. He voiced his doubt, "Why did you say Ms. Zeller cares for Mr. Chavez? Where does that come from?"

Jase offered a mysterious smile, his voice deep. "Today, Yvette dealt with Malcolm and Robin, sending them to Interpol under the guise of terrorists. This matter will be known worldwide. Jeremiah is responsible for Kyle's personal safety; we can't let anything happen to him within Clusia's borders. Even a minor injury to Kyle could be twisted into a story by them." He paused.

Yusef understood and continued, with a serious expression, "You mean, by doing this, Ms. Zeller has cut off Kyle's path in this regard. If any problems arise now, it would be because there were criminals and terrorists in his visiting delegation, not because we failed to protect him. Even if something really happened to Kyle, they wouldn't make a big deal of it; they would just have to endure it, right?"

Jase nodded with satisfaction. "Indeed, and on another front, regardless of whether the two people taken away are truly terrorists or not, Ybaulla has caused panic in Clusia. Emotionally and logically, they have no right to demand anything more in this trade cooperation."

Yusef said, "So, Ms. Zeller has cut off two paths for Ybaulla today. They can't make waves regarding personal safety, and they have no face to make any demands in trade cooperation."

Jase smiled. "Doesn't Yvette care for Jeremiah? How much simpler has the job of protecting Kyle become? Even if we don't protect him, Ybaulla wouldn't dare let anything happen to their prime minister, and Kyle is even more so."

Yusef finally understood. It meant this!

Clifford left the office. Aurora's call came through, and he quickly answered. He was so excited he forgot about his wife. She must be worried at home!

At the Chavez residence, Aurora held the phone, with Samantha sitting opposite, her expression heavy. She had just been to the café, but it was sealed, and Yvette wasn't there, so she hurried to the Chavez residence. The Chavez family were the only ones who could know all the insider news immediately.

As soon as the call connected, Aurora said, "Honey, what's going on? Samantha just went to the café and said it's been sealed off, and Yvette's not there. Has she been arrested? I saw on the news that Interpol is involved. Has Yvette been taken away by Interpol? Tell me."

Samantha's face also looked grim. If Interpol was involved, the situation would be complicated.

Clifford massaged his temple, fearing Aurora's worry. "Honey, calm down first. You didn't even catch your breath; you have to give me a chance to speak."

Aurora anxiously replied, "Then tell me, what's the situation?"

Clifford spoke calmly, "Aurora, Yvette is a first-class Interpol officer, and now Malcolm and Robin have been arrested as terrorists. Yvette is fine; it's those two from Ybaulla who are in trouble."

The phone slipped from Aurora's hand, disconnecting the call.

In the car, Clifford called out twice with no response. He imagined Aurora's shocked expression. Not to mention her loss of composure, even I was flabbergasted when I first heard the news. This matter was too surreal and needed time to digest, so Clifford didn't call back.

In the Chavez residence living room, Samantha saw Aurora standing dazed and became more anxious. What does Mr. Chavez say on the phone? Why does Mrs. Chavez look like that? She nervously asked, "Mrs. Chavez, what's wrong? Has something happened to Yvette?"

Aurora snapped out of her daze, paused, and looked strange. "Well, Clifford said that Yvette is a first-class Interpol officer, and those two from Ybaulla have been arrested."

Now it was Samantha's turn to be stunned. She swallowed hard. I didn't mishear. Aurora says Yvette is a top-notch Interpol officer. This is bombshell news; indeed, amazing women just keep getting more amazing. Samantha had never admired any woman as much as she admired Yvette now. My goodness, being friends with an Interpol officer, just thinking about it is thrilling.

Aurora took a deep breath; her mind was still a bit dazed. "Samantha, what does it mean to be a first-class Interpol officer? Is the rank very high?"

Samantha was silent for a few seconds, then looked up, her eyes bright. "Mrs. Chavez, you should know the nature of Interpol, right? Put it this way, it's divided into three levels, with the first level being the highest. As for the specific powers of a first-class officer within the organization, I'm not quite clear. But judging by what Mr. Chavez said, the fact that people from the Interpol branch could arrest those two from Ybaulla might be due to Yvette, so you can imagine her significance."