Aurora was even more stunned by Samantha’s explanation. She mused, “Who on earth is Yvette? If it weren’t for our relationship, I’d want to bow down in admiration. This girl…”

Samantha noted Aurora’s shocked expression, mirroring it herself, though outwardly more composed.

Aurora sighed. “I didn’t expect Yvette to seem so docile and yet be an Interpol officer. This job must be incredibly dangerous.”

Samantha coughed lightly, thinking, Does Mrs. Chavez misunderstand “docile”? If Yvette is docile, no woman in the world is. Not to mention the bar earlier, or even the live broadcast—Robin was practically unrecognizable after Yvette finished with her. Mrs. Chavez’s impression of Yvette is… entrenched.

Thus, two powerful Betrico women stood in the Chavez living room, exchanging curious glances, until a servant announced Yvette’s arrival, snapping them back to reality.

“You say Yvette is here?” Aurora exclaimed, surprised.

Cara, older and less tech-savvy, remained unaware of the day’s events, puzzled by Mrs. Chavez’s reaction to Ms. Zeller’s arrival.

Aurora quickly instructed Cara, “Quickly, prepare some desserts. Yvette must be tired after this morning’s ordeal; she needs to replenish her energy.”

Cara immediately rushed to the kitchen to arrange for refreshments.

Samantha was elated. Yvette must have seen my text and come straight here. Does this mean I hold a tiny bit of sway in her heart?

Samantha quickly adjusted her clothes, even using a small mirror to touch up her makeup.

Aurora, observing Samantha, thought, What’s her problem? Why is she applying makeup?

Two minutes later, Yvette entered. The two women, previously slumped like elementary school students, instantly straightened, as if in military formation.

Yvette changed into slippers and politely greeted Aurora. “Hello, Mrs. Chavez.”

Her docile demeanor surprised Aurora, who excitedly pulled up a chair beside her. “Yvette, are you really an Interpol officer?” She needed confirmation to believe it.

Yvette’s gaze was calm and deep as she nonchalantly replied, “Yes.”

That single word grounded Aurora. She finally understood Yvette’s caliber and felt the pressure. Aurora even considered a return to the business world. Maybe my company isn’t impressive enough for Yvette. Should I start another, one she'd appreciate? That seems feasible.

Samantha, seated nearby, watched with bright, inquisitive eyes. After a few minutes of hesitation, she asked, “Yve, how did you become a first-class Interpol officer?”

Yvette, casually poking her water glass, replied lightly, “It’s simple. I solved a few small cases.”

Aurora and Samantha exchanged surprised glances. So, how small are these “small” cases? They knew “small” in Yvette’s lexicon differed drastically from their own. If those were small, how did she get into Interpol and become first-class?

Samantha watched Yvette comfortably settled on the sofa, thinking, She really does look docile and honest. Is this top-shot a master of disguise? Is this the same person from the live broadcast?

Aurora pressed further. “Yvette, could you elaborate on how ‘small’?”

Yvette paused, her gaze steady. “Seven years ago, I arrested the Mysonna serial killer. Five years ago, I eliminated the head of the Tugrea Mafia. Three years ago, I dealt with the Yoris cult leader.”

Yvette’s tone implied there were far more significant events she deemed unworthy of mention.

Aurora and Samantha’s expressions shifted wildly. These cases are terrifying. Serial killer? Mafia boss? Cult leader? If these are small, what constitutes a large event for her?

Cara entered, placing desserts on the table. “Ms. Zeller, these were specially air-freighted by Mrs. Chavez. They’re prepared daily, just waiting for you.”

Yvette nodded. “Thank you.”

Cara found Yvette perfect, beautiful and charming.

Yvette, having already finished a plate of Iugrea pasta, quietly began a second helping.

Cara observed Aurora and Samantha, rigid and wide-eyed, wondering, Why do Mrs. Chavez and Ms. Mitchell look so… stunned now? They seemed fine just moments ago.

After Yvette finished a piece of cake, the two women finally recovered.

Samantha swallowed, then nodded. “Yve, you’re truly amazing!”

Aurora, forgetting her usual reserve, became an instant fan. “Yvette, you are truly amazing!”

Cara looked bewildered. Who am I? Where am I? What just happened to Mrs. Chavez? Ms. Mitchell’s reaction is understandable, but Mrs. Chavez… that was rather… unrefined.

Yvette wiped her mouth, her voice light and indifferent. Lazily, she said, “Just okay.”

The other three fell silent.

Jeremiah entered to find Yvette having finished three desserts, Aurora and Samantha simply watching, mesmerized. We are so jealous! What kind of metabolism does she have? She eats constantly yet remains so slender!

Jeremiah’s gaze lingered on Yvette, happily devouring her treats. Yvette’s voracious appetite is eternal.