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Chapter_122
Yvette rubbed her temples, eyes narrowing as she glared at Sienna’s overly smug face from across the room. What kind of weak excuse is this? she thought, exasperated. Who could possibly believe you?
As expected, Zachary wore a look of disbelief, the “Do you take me for a fool?” expression clear on his face. Even the housekeepers, who had been quietly observing, seemed to notice the blatant lies Sienna was spinning.
Meanwhile, Sienna continued to send exaggerated looks at Yvette, as if trying to make sure everyone could see how close they were.
Zachary, choosing not to expose the lies outright, simply nodded in a way that suggested he wasn’t entirely fooled. “Ms. Sterling, since that’s the case, I won’t disturb you two. I need to handle some matters myself.”
With that, he turned to Lucas, his tone shifting to one of authority. “Come upstairs with me.”
Sienna, clearly eager to be left alone with Yvette, quickly seized the opportunity. “Mr. Chambers, please, go ahead with your work. Don’t mind me. Ms. Zeller and I will be just fine here.” She put on a show of nonchalance, her face practically screaming, Why haven’t you left yet? Move faster, would you?
Zachary, letting out a sigh of resignation, glanced around the room, a sense of being unwelcomed washing over him, before he made his way upstairs with Lucas.
As soon as they were out of sight, Sienna wasted no time. She stood up, rushed toward Yvette, and dramatically threw herself onto her legs, crouching down and sobbing loudly.
“Wow, Boss! You’re finally back! You’ve been gone for three years, leaving me with Vibe all on my own. I’ve worked so hard, never slacking off! I haven’t even had time to date!” Sienna wailed, her voice dripping with mock sorrow.
She gestured to her face, pretending to inspect it closely. “Look at my face! Once so full of collagen, now it’s just… look at these fine lines around my eyes! If this keeps up, I’ll never get married. If I can’t marry, I’ll just have to stick with you forever.”
Yvette, unamused, sat calmly on the couch with her legs crossed. Her eyes were cold, and she didn’t even flinch at the theatrics unfolding in front of her.
Sienna continued, oblivious to the icy reception, until Yvette’s voice finally interrupted the show. “I’ll give you three minutes to say what you want.”
Sienna blinked, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. She peeked at Yvette through her fingers, a slight hesitation before asking in a quieter voice, “Boss, can you take charge of the designs for next quarter’s ready-to-wear collection?”
Yvette’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the couch armrest. The sound was methodical, measured. And Sienna’s heart raced in sync with the tapping. She had always known Yvette had a chilling presence, but it was even more pronounced now after all these years.
Sienna, recalling their first meeting, remembered how Yvette, not even 18, had made over 20 strong men kneel and beg for mercy. Her talent was undeniable, and even though Sienna had no background in fashion, Yvette’s mere sketches had been enough to impress the principal of the top fashion school in Mysonna, who personally delivered her an acceptance letter.
But what truly struck Sienna, and what had always driven her to respect Yvette, was the $160 million Yvette had put up for a girl she had met only twice—helping her start a fashion company, and all this from just a few phone calls. Without Yvette’s help, Vibe would have never come to be.
Sienna’s expression softened as she recalled it all, lost in her thoughts for a moment.
Yvette broke the silence with a simple, almost indifferent, “Sure.”
Sienna blinked, unsure if she had heard right. “Huh?”
Yvette tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh, forget it then.”
There was no way Sienna would let this opportunity slip away. She quickly flashed a charming smile, desperate not to let Yvette back out now after all her scheming. “No, no, no… Boss, I’m just so surprised! I really need your help, please.”
Yvette’s tone was teasing as she responded. “Alright, once I’m done with the drawing, I’ll send it to you. You can go date someone now.”
Sienna’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she scratched her head awkwardly. Despite her rebellious teen appearance, in front of Yvette, she often reverted to something more childlike, almost schoolgirlish.
“Boss, actually, I have a boyfriend,” she admitted, a little shy despite her usually bold nature. “He’s from the Goodman family in Mysonna. His name is Nathan.”
Yvette didn’t even bat an eye. She calmly took a sip from her coffee cup, a slight pause before her expression remained as unreadable as ever.
Sienna, sensing Yvette’s lack of surprise, realized that her boss knew much more than she let on. The Goodman family was well-known in Mysonna, so it wasn’t exactly a shock that Yvette knew of Nathan.
Yvette placed the cup down with a soft clink. She fixed her gaze on Sienna, her voice serious. “If you want to be with Nathan, you need to be ready for the dangers that may come with him. If you’re looking for a simpler life, stay away from him.”
Yvette had never been one for small talk. She was blunt, direct, and unapologetically honest. There was no pretense in her words. She didn’t believe in sugarcoating things for anyone—least of all for someone like Sienna.
Sienna, after hearing Yvette’s words, sat back on the couch, her face suddenly clouded with a mixture of melancholy and hesitation. For a long moment, she said nothing, lost in her own thoughts.
Finally, she let out a bitter laugh, her voice tinged with regret. “Boss, I realized a long time ago that Nathan isn’t just some ordinary guy. He says he’s in legitimate trade, but I’ve seen groups of well-trained men in black suits come to him. A couple of times, he came back at night smelling like blood. He thinks he’s fooled me, but I’ve always known the truth. I just… let him believe I knew nothing. Boss, you know Nathan. What exactly does he do? Could you please tell me?”
Sienna’s eyes were hopeful, as if just one word from Yvette could clear all the doubt and confusion swirling inside her.
Yvette’s expression darkened slightly as she leaned forward, her face illuminated by the fading sunlight. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed as she spoke, the words cold and factual.
“Nathan is the heir to one of the leading underground mafia families in Mysonna—the Goodman family. They control most of the firearms and drug trade there. He’s the eldest son, raised by Damian Goodman since he was young. Five years ago, he took over the family’s legitimate business operations, but he’s also involved in money laundering. Nathan appears gentle, but he’s ruthless. His hands are stained with blood.”
Sienna felt a chill run down her spine as Yvette’s words sank in. A mafia heir? Her entire world seemed to shatter in that moment. Nathan? Guns? Drugs? Murder? These were things she had never imagined in her life, yet they were now a part of it. A darkness, far closer than she ever anticipated, loomed over her. The nauseating thought of Nathan’s bloodstained hands made her stomach turn.
With forced composure, Sienna stood up, trying to push the turmoil away. “Boss, I’m leaving now. The dress is in the box, tailored to your size. It should fit perfectly. I—I’ll be going now.”
Without waiting for a response, she turned and hurried out of the room, leaving Yvette sitting silently on the couch, watching her go with a cool, unreadable expression.
