In the master bedroom on the second floor, Yvette surveyed the freshly renovated room. The décor was perfectly her style—simple and elegant—and clearly well-considered.

The phone rang. Jeremiah's face filled the screen as Yvette answered. His office was still visible in the background; he hadn't gone home yet.

Since meeting Yvette, Jeremiah had come to truly understand the saying, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Less than a day apart, he already missed her. His voice was low, "Back at the Chambers residence?"

Yvette casually removed her coat, her voice low and husky. "Yes, I'll be staying here for a while."

Jeremiah wasn't surprised; he knew about Zachary's situation. While he'd used the simplest methods all these years, it hadn't been easy. He certainly wouldn't have tolerated another woman for so long. Anyone who dared to cross Yvette would deeply regret it.

"Alright," Jeremiah said, "I'll return to Seacrity to be with you after my military duties."

Yvette nodded, meeting his gaze. "Button up."

Jeremiah looked down; two buttons were undone. He smiled, his well-defined fingers slowly refastening them, taking a full minute for a task that could have been done in seconds.

Yvette watched, a hint of amusement in her raised eyebrow. He was becoming more playful, more adept at using his charms.

After finishing, Jeremiah looked up with an innocent expression. "Sorry, the buttons just slipped open."

Yvette chuckled softly, twirling her coffee cup. "You said the exact same thing last time."

Jeremiah paused. It seems this tactic isn't working anymore. Yvette isn't falling for it. Is my charm losing its effect?

The next day, as Yvette reached the school gate, a throng of students surrounded her. They held up signs and large homemade posters. One giant poster depicted Yvette's first appearance at Argrol University—a candid forum photo showing only half her face. The students chanted slogans loudly, attracting onlookers.

Yvette pulled her hat low, her mask obscuring most of her face, her long lashes casting shadows as she looked at the crowd. Even dressed like this, how do they recognize me?

Unbeknownst to Yvette, her airport arrival had made "Yvette Returns to Seacrity" a top trending topic. The Argrol University fan club had arrived early with banners.

Their representative, Connor, a sophomore in Foreign Languages with black-rimmed glasses, stepped forward excitedly. "Uh… Ms. Zeller, hello! I'm Connor. We're all your fans, and welcome you back to Argrol University. We'll always support you—you're forever the Goddess in our hearts."

Connor's face flushed. Besides classes, he'd been starting threads about Yvette online, becoming a popular thread starter.

Immediately, the crowd chanted: "Goddess, Goddess, we are crazy about you!" "Goddess, Goddess, you're the best, our great role model!" "Goddess, marry me…"

Yvette raised her hand, silencing the crowd. She glanced around and said plainly, "Disperse."

Charles and Andrew arrived, noticing the scene. Andrew exclaimed, "Yvette, you're famous! You've topped the forum rankings. These fans are intense!"

Charles watched impassively. He knew Yvette disliked this attention.

Connor quickly responded, "Okay, Goddess, don't worry! We're respectful and won't cause trouble. We'll support you quietly."

The students dispersed swiftly and orderly. The previously crowded entrance quickly fell silent.

Andrew was amazed. "Yvette, your fans are impressive! Look how quickly they retreated," he said.

"A well-organized and disciplined fan club," Charles agreed.

Yvette nodded, saying nothing. She went to her physics class while Andrew helped Charles with his enrollment.

Charles initially struggled to choose a major. A top finance graduate from Mysonna's best university, further study seemed unnecessary until Samantha suggested, "If you're an assassin, law seems a perfect fit."

Charles agreed. His human anatomy knowledge made law at Argrol University a suitable choice.

Upon entering the physics classroom, Yvette was met with applause. She didn't see Bonnie. Recently, Yvette's texts had gone unanswered, except for one: "[All is well. I'm dealing with some issues, so it's inconvenient to contact right now.]"

Yvette nodded to the class and found a seat. Her reputation—tough and quiet—preceded her.

Tobias, noticing Yvette in the back row, had planned to pick her up with his uncle. However, a rescheduled blind date had taken precedence.

Lately, Tobias had been on a string of blind dates—nearly thirty in a few months, all unsuccessful. Dating had left him jaded, viewing women as "tigers."

Before the class, Tobias said, "Welcome back, Ms. Zeller."

Thunderous applause erupted. Yvette stood and politely acknowledged them. Tobias smiled. "You can sit down, Ms. Zeller. Alright, let's begin."

Meanwhile, Winona arrived at a private club frequented by wealthy young women, known for its carefully selected male escorts. These escorts received daily tips rivaling an average person's monthly salary.