Frankie, Bruce, Joey, Emmett, Chris, and Sienna forwent breakfast, gathering around the sofa. Some feigned reading, others pretended to peruse newspapers, and some simply drank water. Jory, seeing his options for concealing his actions preempted, decided to feign sleep, his eyes squinting, ears alert.

Yvette casually glanced around; everyone quickly resumed their charade. She smiled mischievously, resting her chin on her hand, and continued her phone call: "I'm fine. No need to worry. Take care of yourself."

Her words instantly stilled the room. Secret glances were exchanged. "Is Mr. Chavez facing another love rival? Judging by Yvette's tone, this guy is very important to her," they whispered.

Aurora, on the other end, reminded Yvette to take care of herself. Before hanging up, Clifford added, "We're waiting for you to come home. Without you, no one's eating Cara's desserts."

Back in Betrico, after the call ended, Aurora observed Clifford's awkward demeanor. Clifford is so pretentious, she thought. He clearly wants to express his concern but uses Cara's desserts as an excuse. Such a stubborn man.

Clifford, noticing Aurora's gaze, unconsciously touched his nose, then grabbed a book and left. Aurora watched him go. "You've been like this for years. Is it really that hard to express your concern for Yvette? Your excuse about Cara's desserts is too weak."

Clifford pretended to cough, responding to Aurora's teasing. "Who said I cared for her? Why are you taking my casual words so seriously?" He hurried out, thinking, If I don't leave now, who knows what scolding Aurora will give me next? But Yvette is truly remarkable. I watched the award ceremony video—she carried herself with such poise, making Clusia proud before the foreign media.

Meanwhile, back at the villa, Yvette, unaware her award ceremony video had gone viral on Clusian video sites, was oblivious to the excitement.

"Oh my gosh, it's really my Goddess! Yesterday, I thought I was imagining things, but it was truly her! She's the mastermind behind Vibe!"

"Astonishing! Yvette's name is synonymous with miracles. She recently outshone Ybaullans, leaving them embarrassed, and now she's made a splash with the Mysonna media. My Goddess is so cool!"

"I'm a fan and love Vibe's clothes, but they're too expensive. I'll scrape together what I can to buy something for my Goddess this time!"

"Have you all forgotten her age? She wasn't even an adult when she started Vibe! Amazing for a teenage girl to create a fashion legend!"

"Look at Goddess, then look at me—I'm just here to make up the numbers. Goddess is my one and only idol for life!"

Yvette's bold spirit and defiant stance before the foreign media had again garnered a large following. Some even uncovered her victory over Ybaullans, reigniting the coffee shop incident.

Yvette was trending nationwide, even the national media recognizing her as Clusia's Goddess. Her style—sportswear, baseball caps, and canvas shoes—became a trend. Her award ceremony outfit, Argrol University sportswear, became highly sought after.

Emmett and the others, seeing Yvette hang up, casually asked, "Yvette, who was that? A friend?" Everyone perked up their ears.

Yvette stood, her long lashes slightly lowered, concealing the sparkle in her eyes. She chuckled softly. "Oh, just someone close to me. I have to go."

She started to leave. Emmett called, "Yvette, need a ride?"

Without turning, she replied casually, "No need. You stay and discuss the artifact return with Joe." Emmett nodded. "Alright. If you need anything, call me."

"Okay," Yvette replied, departing gracefully, leaving the others surprised.

Joe, lounging on the couch, listened to the roar of motorcycles outside. "Well, Emmett, warn Mr. Chavez to be careful. Yvette has many admirers."

Joe, enjoying the unfolding drama, thought, Poor Mr. Chavez. Usually, it's the girlfriend fending off rivals, but for him, it's the opposite.

"With Yvette's charm, she'll always have admirers," Frankie noted. "Mr. Chavez has it tough." Frankie rolled his eyes at Joe's amusement.

"You're just here for the show," Frankie said. "Hurry up and discuss with Emmett, then step aside."

Joe shrugged. He'd offered honest advice; if they didn't want it, that was their problem.

Meanwhile, Yvette revved her motorcycle, speeding toward the medical research institute. Her March appointment with Silas was approaching, and he'd called asking for an earlier meeting.

Silas, lively and energetic, waited with eight new interns, anxiously checking his watch. It's late. Why hasn't Yvette arrived yet? He felt he'd been waiting forever.

Ten minutes remained before their meeting, but Silas's anxiety made time crawl. The interns saw his impatience.

Klein Xander, the smartest intern, stepped forward. His eyes thoughtful, he asked, "Mr. Walson, is the person we're waiting for the medical genius who can help us develop an enhanced No. 7 Toxin?"

The other interns, curious, bombarded Silas with questions. "Mr. Walson, is this our new teacher? Which Mysonna university did he graduate from? Who else has worked on the No. 7 Toxin project? Isn't this top secret? We don't want anyone else leading us. Who could be better than you? Are we sharing our results?"

Silas frowned, annoyed by their defiance, but he had no time to address them.

Then, a roar announced Yvette's arrival on her motorcycle. Silas' eyes widened; he wished for extra legs to rush to her.