Frankie strode over to Callum and Sage, grabbed the freshly sighed 660-thousand dollar check from the table, and turned to leave. With 2 million dollars effortlessly secured, he walked away, leaving Callum, Sage, and Steel Serpents staring after hom in stunned disbelief

After Frankie and Yvette had left the hotel, Callum's expression darkened. He turned to Sage and said coldly. "Once the polis done, get rid of Yvette" Sage nodded, acutely aware of the simmering fury within Callum. He answered seriously. Understood. She won't see another day after completing her mission."Content is © 2024 .

Meanwhile, in the car, Frankie couldn't hide his excitement as he drove. "Yvette, it's been just a few days, and we've already made over 66 million dollars! Life doesn't get better than this with you in charge! Ha!"

Yvette rested her face on her hand, gazing out the window. Her delicate profile was shrouded in shadow, and her eyes carried an unfeeling indifference. She said calmly, "Donate all the money to foundations supporting enslaved women in our country."

Frankie froze for a moment before nodding. His carefree demeanor vanished, replaced by a somber expression. The damage inflicted by Ybaulla's invasion could never be erased, and Clusia must never forget them

While photos and documents preserved the history of Ybaulla's past atrocities, the surviving elderly, scarred by cruelty and then in their seventies, were living proof of that dark era.

The scars on the bodies of the surviving elderly women were living proof of Ybaulla's brutality, marking a painful chapter in history. The suffering they had experienced in their youth was beyond what most could ever comprehend.

Frankie proposed, "Yvette, how about we divide the money? Half goes to local charities, and I'll reach out to some contacts to make sure the rest goes directly to the surviving elderly women. What do you think?"

Yvette looked up at Frankie, who was driving, understanding his reasons for going to such lengths to personally deliver the money to the elderly, "Fine. Handle it however you see fit," she said. Just then, her phone rang.

Yvette glanced at the screen and raised an eyebrow. She mused. When did Jeremiah change his contact name? It then read: [Most Handsome Husband in the Universe, Yvette's Husband Forever, Jeremiah the Cutie.)

Yvette answered the call, and Jeremiah immediately asked, "Did you see my contact name?"

Yvette raised an eyebrow, tempted to lie. After a brief pause, she pinched the bridge of her nose and replied, "I saw it."

In Betrico's First Military District, Jeremiah held the phone, a smile gleaming in his eyes. He hadn't slept for nearly 30 hours, but hearing Yvette's voice swept away his exhaustion

Standing by the window, Jeremiah glanced at the soldiers training on the distant field and asked, "What do you think of the name?"

Unhurriedly, Yvette replied, "I think you're... shameless.”

Jeremiah smirked, expecting the response. His voice dropped with playful affection. "With you, I don't need shame."

In the car, Yvette gripped her phone, and her gaze met Frankie's Startled, he quickly looked away and focused on driving. Yvette responded, "When was the last time you rested?"

Jeremiah pinched the bridge of his nose after hearing approaching footsteps. He turned to see Emmett enter the room. Gesturing to him, Jeremiah replied in a deep voice, "I just woke up"

When Emmett heard that, he knew that Jeremiah was lying to Yvette. He thought, 'Since arriving in Betrico, Mr. Chavez has Chapter 661

been in meetings nonstop at the First Military District and has slept in almost 50 hours. Yet, Mr. Chavez claimed he just woke up!

Yvette chose not to confront Jeremiah. She stayed silent, and her gaze darkened Jeremiah, upon sensing her silence, spoke again. "There's something I need to handle here, so I have to go Tomorrow, I'm heading to Gulf of Araquiel. Wait for me to

return

Yvette stone was indifferent. "Oh. I don't feel like waiting." Jereindah chuckled and was unbothered. They exchanged a few more words before hanging up.

After the call had ended, Emmett stepped forward. “Mr. Chavez, the operational plans have been issued, and the personnel for the mission are ready. Sunrise Group has provided the latest ship, and they will join us on this mission."

Jeremiah nodded, sitting at his desk to resume work. Emmett frowned, and a trace of concern flickered across his face. "Mr. Chavez, you've been awake for nearly 50 hours. Maybe you should rest for a while?"

Jeremiah looked up, and his eyes were slightly bloodshot. He replied, "No need," Emmett, familiar with Jeremiah's stubborn nature, knew that there was no changing his mind once he had made a decision.

Emmett continued, "Mr. Chavez, Yvette is currently handling Steel Serpents in Ybaulla. Should we mobilize our people to help her?"

Jeremiah set his pen down, and at the mention of Yvette, his expression softened. "No need. Yvette won't take on anything she's not confident in. Contact Bruce to send a private jet. Make sure she leaves Ybaulla once she's finished."

Emmett nodded. "Understood, Mr. Chavez. I'll make sure everything is ready before we depart." As he pushed open the door to leave, he glanced back at Jeremiah, who was already engrossed in his work again

Jeremiah's urgency to head to Gulf of Araquiel, working relentlessly without rest, probably came down to one thing. He wanted to finish his mission as quickly as possible so that he could return to see Yvette.

In the car, after hanging up, Yvette felt a wave of imitation. The atmosphere around her grew tense. She mused. 'He's being rather disobedient, isn't he? He's even learned to lie. And staying up all night? Fine. I'll grant his wishes."

The tension in the car was thick, and Frankie, feeling it, wished he could vanish. He wondered, 'Did they have a fight?

Three days later, in the presidential suite, Yvette dressed casually in black pants, a black shirt, and canvas sneakers. She then casually grabbed a baseball cap and put it on

On the couch sat Bruce, Frankie, Chris, and Sienna, along with Alice, who was munching on a lollipop. Unlike their usual laid-back demeanor, none of them looked relaxed. They all knew Yvette was about to meet Steel Serpents' higher-ups alone.

As the largest gang in Ybaulla, Steel Serpents were a force to be reckoned with. The fact that Yvette insisted on going solo only added to their

unease.

Bruce stood up, recalling that Jeremiah had already arranged a private jet for her return. “Yvette, are you sure you don't want the three of us to come with you?"

Chris, with a serious expression, added, "Yvette, leave Frankie behind. Bruce and I won't slow you down."

Frankie mumbled, "They're right, Yvette. I don't have to go, but you should let Bruce and Chris come with you."

Yvette turned around, exuding a commanding presence. With a raised eyebrow, she looked at the group and said calmly, "No need. I can handle this small matter myself."

Bruce and the others collectively twitched their eyes at her humblebrag. Frankie scratched his head and muttered, "Yvette, what exactly counts as a big deal to you?"

Yvette turned away without a backward glance and murmured, "Food"

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At the hotel entrance, Sage and Callum were far more discreet dis