Emmett glanced at Jeremiah, his heart pounding at the sight of his smile. Years of working with Jeremiah had taught him that the man's smiles were unsettling.

Jeremiah casually toyed with Yvette's hand, then looked up at Emmett, who was driving. His voice was low and serious. "Pull over."

Emmett patted his chest, relieved. "Thank God," he thought, "just pulling over, not jumping out of the car. Honestly, if I kept eavesdropping, I'd probably be sent to Atria!"

He slammed on the brakes, plastered on a fake smile, and said, "You're in charge, Jeremiah." He opened the car door without hesitation.

Behind them, Charles pulled over, mirroring their actions. Samantha rolled down her window, watching Emmett exit. An eyebrow arched in confusion. "Why did Emmett stop? Did something happen?"

Eagle King calmly wiped his gun, treating it like a prized possession. It was a new model; its firepower was phenomenal. Eldoria would likely make a fortune from these weapons. Unlike Yvette, who effortlessly obtained what she wanted, Eagle King had to work for his connections, and those connections had limitations.

He turned to Samantha. "Don't worry. With Yvette here, nothing bad will happen."

By the time they finished speaking, Emmett was already in their car, and the vehicle in front pulled away.

Charles started his car. "What happened? Why did you get out?"

Emmett looked awkward. "Jeremiah and Yvette are being lovey-dovey, and I can't take it anymore," he said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Samantha chuckled. It was the first time she'd seen Emmett like this. Witnessing Yvette and Jeremiah's public displays of affection was enough to make anyone nauseous.

Charles, surprised, blushed slightly. He hadn't realized Yvette could be so intensely romantic. Eagle King holstered his gun, observing their reactions with a nonchalant grin. "Relax."

Back at the hotel, the manager, Quinn, approached them, bowing deeply. "Ms. Zeller," he said respectfully, "your friends have reserved the entire hotel for a week and provided a check for three hundred thirty thousand dollars."

He continued, "Please take it back. If you find it too noisy, we won't accept other guests, but please take the check back." Quinn spoke with profound respect. He'd already consulted Mysonna headquarters that morning; they'd made it clear that Yvette demanded respect. They'd instructed him to cater to her needs and make a good impression.

Quinn offered the check with both hands, bowing deeply.

Yvette and Jeremiah exchanged a glance, raising an eyebrow. With an indifferent expression, Yvette replied, "You can keep the check. We won't stay long, and you're free to take other guests."

Quinn saw no hesitation in Yvette's expression and relaxed. He figured someone like her wouldn't appreciate small talk or care about a three hundred thirty thousand dollar check.

He became even more humble. "Alright, Ms. Zeller, we will accept this check. To ensure your peace and privacy, we will not accept any other guests. The entire hotel is at your service."

Yvette casually slid her hands into her pockets, her posture relaxed. She gave Quinn a brief look, then said, "Okay."

Quinn stepped aside, watching Yvette and her friends enter the elevator. A new, inexperienced doorman leaned in. "Mr. Reese, who is Ms. Zeller? Why are you so respectful?"

The doorman was new and unaware that the previous doorman had died the night the Crimson Blades robbed the hotel.

Quinn's eyes darkened, and he sighed. Looking at the naive doorman, he said, "I don't know who she is, but trust me, she's someone neither you nor I can afford to cross."

Once settled, servants delivered a meticulously prepared feast. Eighteen dishes, each made with the finest ingredients, were served. The hotel was at Yvette and her friends' service.

Samantha casually sampled some caviar, immediately recognizing it as airlifted.

Charles looked at Yvette. "Everything's settled here. Are we heading back to Mysonna tomorrow?"

Yvette lounged on the couch, chin in hand, replying to Lucy's messages. FastPulse Technologies had named their new game The Rise. The global launch event was scheduled for the 15th of next month at the Highland Hotel in Mysonna. If all went well, Yvette would attend.

Remembering her promise to Silas to help at the lab for a week and train an intern, she rubbed her forehead.

Lucy's messages appeared: [Boss, are you really not making an appearance?] [At least come to the launch event!]

Far away in Betrico, Lucy stared at her phone, hoping Yvette would change her mind.

Yvette tapped her phone, replying: [We'll talk about it then.]

She looked up at Charles and nodded. "Yeah, we'll leave tomorrow."

Eagle King, who had been quietly checking his phone, glanced at Yvette, feeling guilty.

Yvette gave him a cold look. Seeing him avert his gaze, she rested her hand on the armrest and said slowly, "Are you hiding something?"

Samantha, Emmett, Charles, and Jeremiah, who had just entered, turned to Eagle King.

Already feeling guilty, he started rambling. "It's not what you think… I swear, it's that boy's fault! He kept trying to get information, bombarding me with messages, and I wasn't trying to spill anything!

"He's incredibly clever. I accidentally let something slip, and he got our hotel name. It wasn't on purpose, I swear!"

Eagle King's explanation stunned them. They wondered, 'What was he talking about? And who was this boy?'

Jeremiah calmly walked to the couch and handed Yvette her milkshake. Gently squeezing her fingers, he asked, in a…