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She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

Rita grumbled. "Wipe your tears, it's okay. As for me, I'll forgive you, although you've got explaining to do." Ella dabbed my face with her handkerchief and I smiled. "Where's Jordy?" "With his Dad, over there." "Okay. Meet Marla and Jeff," I introduced. They greeted each other and we went to sit. "Woah, your bump is huge," Rita commented. "How long are you?" "Six months," I replied to Ella.

Sonnet agreed to it, thinking it was a good idea. “That lady is very pretty,” Jaybie suddenly whispered. Sonnet became curious because Jaybie would rarely compliment women’s appearances, so she followed his gaze. A graceful and elegant woman walked into the restaurant, with a delicate figure and beautiful appearance. Sonnet had a surprised expression on her face, as she did not expect to see Yves here. Lindy noticed Sonnet’s expression and immediately sensed something was up. She asked, “Do you know her?” Sonnet nodded. “She’s Yves Yates, the CEO of Eternal Jewelry.”

Yvette lowered her eyes, smiled at him perfunctorily, and asked him, “What did you call me?” “Auntie?” The boy scratched his head and did not feel that he did anything wrong. Yvette paused. “It’s your ball?” “Yeah, Auntie. Haven’t you been watching us for a long time? Is your son also playing ball here?” Yvette gasped. Her face turned pale. She slowly took a deep breath and held back her anger. It was so frustrating! After all, Yvette was the Vice President of Sheldon Corporation, a boss that thousands of people admired.

“Aunt Yvette.” Kayson walked over and helped Yvette take a seat. Yvette was beaming with joy as she said, “I won’t express my gratitude over and over again. Just drop by our house anytime you’re free from now on and I’ll cook for you.” “Really? I’m so blessed!” Yvette was a certified master chef rarely found in the Nation of Dragons. After chatting for a while, Kayson told them about the purpose of his visit and procured Eddy’s possession transfer contract regarding Dickinson International.

Moments feel like hours. Jaxson's body burns with anguish as both he and Fenrir feel the light she ignited wither away. "Valerie-… Just a little longer. Please!" Jaxson words fall into a desperate plea, refusing to believe this is it for her. But it's hard to accept that when her lips, skin, and hair are all frozen. Her body is still. Inert. Dead. She's dead. "V-Valerie," Theia whispers. She falls to her knees beside her head. Neither acknowledges the flock of Harpies watching them.

"What exactly is going on?" "I'm not a mistress. I have a husband!" Yvette looked into her eyes. "My husband is a mechanic, responsible for maintaining the Quimby vehicles. I'm sensitive and had lost two children before. It was not easy for me to conceive this child... The doctor said, due to my health condition, this child is likely not going to make it either."

Yvette said, determined to keep Yara on edge. Soon after, Yara's calls started flooding in, one after another. Yvette silenced her phone, ignoring the calls. She needed time to process the fact that Yara was Zoey's mother. With Xavier out at work, Yvette was home alone with Viola. Noticing that Yvette had stayed in her room for a long time, Viola knocked and entered to check on her. "Yvvy, what's wrong?" Viola asked gently. Yvette didn't hide anything back from Viola. "Yara has another biological daughter. She's a little over a year older than me—her name is Zoey Yandell."

She guessed it right; Yvette was after this incident. “We are friends. That time I was drunk, and he took care of me all night.” Yvette’s face was filled with disdain. “Who would believe it?” “I believe her!” Jazz stood up from the settee. “There is no place for you to speak here. Just stay quiet.” Yvette shot a reprimanding glance at Jazz and then turned back to Summer. “Since you have lassoed Mark with the child in your womb and married into the Valentine family, can’t you keep your place? Why do you still mess around?”