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Yvette briefly mentioned her return to the country but didn't go into detail.
After finishing the meal, Aaron offered to take her home.
"I can go back by myself. What if your fans see you?" Yvette immediately declined his offer. She only wanted to
be a secret friend to him. "Don't worry, I'm bundled up so tightly that no one will recognize me." Aaron reassured
her. He wanted to see where she was living now. Yvette tried refusing several times, but eventually she had to
agree. "Alright."
The wind was cold and relentless when they stepped outside. Aaron immediately positioned himself in front of
Yvette, shielding her from most of the wind and snow.
Being the cheerful person he was, he smilingly commented, "I never expected such heavy snow in Tirion. If only
you knew how warm it was at the beach | went to before | cback." Yvette listened to him talk and responded
occasionally. As they got into the car one after the other, she didn't notice the inconspicuous black Maybach
hidden in the heavy snow. Ray was driving and following them closely.
Xavier, who was inside the Maybach, had a grim expression. "What did that man look like?" he asked.
"Sir, | couldn't see clearly as he was wearing sunglasses and a mask. However, he seemed quite young," Mark
replied.
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He could clearly sense that his boss was radiating cold anger, so he added, "He definitely isn't handsome. Why
would he wear sunglasses and a mask otherwise?" Xavier's mood improved, but only slightly.
"Didn't you say that Claude is the only man she knows abroad?" Xavier asked again.
Mark felt wronged. How could he investigate that thoroughly? Did Xavier mean he should investigate every
passerby near Yvette?
He sighed silently. "Mr. Lane, | actually think it's normal for women to have one or two guy friends. My fiancée
even has a guy bestie."
Thinking about that male best friend made Mark grit his teeth, but he still brought it up to comfort Xavier.
"Guy bestie?"" Xavier was puzzled. "What's that?"
Mark was speechless.
Xavier knew nothing but how to make money. He still hadn't even learned how to cook...
"It's a male friend who gets along very well with a woman," Mark explained.
Xavier didn't believe in the idea of "just friendship" between men and women. Take Claude, for
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example he acted like a fe
front of Yvette but turned around and flaunted his relationship with her to provoke Xavier.
"Is Claude dead yet?" he asked.
"Not yet. He's already out of the hospital. We've found out that he's currently fighting for power with his
brothers. He probably doesn't have the tto cback." "No time? More like no guts to cback."
Mark felt that Xavier was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with. "Mr. Lane, should we head back to the
office now?"
"Follow her guy bestie."
Mark didn't answer Xavier. Although
Mark was skilled in combat, his driving skills were average, making it difficult for him to follow someone without
being noticed. Ray almost spotted him a few times already.
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As they drove further, Mark realized the route looked increasingly familiar.
"Mr. Lane, it seems like they're heading to Dewberry Manor."
Yvette was even taking her guy best friend home! Xavier's mood soured even more, making Mark feel like he
was walking on thin ice. Meanwhile, when Aaron dropped Yvette off at Dewberry Manor, he was astonished by
the seemingly endless estate.
"Yvvy, you're secretly a wealthy woman, huh? This house must be worth at least a few billion dollars!" He clearly
remembered that Yvette had been renting a place to live in when they'd first met.
"This isn't my house," Yvette replied casually.
"Then whose is it?"
Caught off guard, Yvette had to answer truthfully. "It's my husband's."
Aaron was stunned. "But didn't you two already get divorced?"
He clearly remembered that Yvette had been raising two children with an elderly person all on her own back
when they had been abroad.
Her ex-husband was this wealthy, and yet he didn't even help her?