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Chapter_198
Silas and Yvette agreed that she would come to Mysonna in three months to help supervise the interns for a week. Silas felt satisfied with the arrangement. They exchanged a few more words before parting ways.
As soon as Yvette entered the apartment, she saw Flying Fish sitting on the couch, looking troubled.
“To stay or leave, that’s the question,” Flying Fish thought, clearly in a state of indecision.
Flying Fish looked at Yvette as she walked in, speaking quickly, “Boss, you’re finally here!”
Yvette nodded, having already guessed the reason behind Flying Fish’s anxiety.
“Is it about the antique issue?” Yvette asked.
Flying Fish, feeling a bit nervous, thought, “Who would have thought Boss knew Silas? If I had known, I might have reconsidered this job.”
Yvette raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, her expression cool but with a hint of a smile. Her voice was calm as she reassured, “It’s all sorted out. Silas won’t pursue it anymore.”
Upon hearing this, Flying Fish jumped up from the couch and rushed over to Yvette. But when she met Yvette’s cool gaze, she stopped herself.
“Is it really sorted out? He’s not going to follow up? I can finally relax,” Flying Fish said, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
Yvette took off her shoes, put on her slippers, and casually tucked her hands into her pockets. She walked toward Charles’s room, giving a subtle nod in acknowledgment of Flying Fish’s words.
Flying Fish decided not to follow Yvette and instead flopped back onto the couch, making a call to Eagle King.
Eagle King mentioned that he had taken on a job and had been gone for three days without contact.
After Silas left, Charles lay in bed, feeling his strength slowly returning. His facial features, hands, and feet were regaining movement, and he was now able to move his whole body.
As Charles tried to get up, Yvette pushed open the door and entered, raising an eyebrow as she noticed his struggle.
“Ms. Zeller, you’re here,” Charles greeted her weakly as he attempted to sit up.
Yvette, with one leg bent, leaned back in a beanbag chair, radiating an air of relaxation. Charles sat uneasily beside her.
Aside from the events of the past few days, Charles still remembered Yvette from the intense training they had gone through years ago. They hadn’t been in touch much since.
Yvette pulled out her phone, lowering her gaze to focus on a game. Charles stood silently, not daring to interrupt.
Without looking up, Yvette casually asked, “What are your plans now?”
Charles hesitated for a moment before sharing his thoughts.
“Ms. Zeller, my life was saved by Damian. Now that Braydon has turned against me, I feel I’ve repaid that debt. I no longer owe the Goodman family. Can I…”
He trailed off, unsure how to continue.
Yvette turned off her game and glanced up at Charles’s slightly flushed face, her lips pressing into a thin line.
“Spit it out,” Yvette prompted.
Charles shifted uncomfortably, trying to find the right words. “Ms. Zeller, I want to follow you.”
There was a brief pause. Charles grew anxious, feeling that Yvette’s silence might mean rejection.
But just as he was about to speak again, Yvette spoke up. “Okay.”
Charles blinked in disbelief. “You agree? Really?” he thought, his surprise almost rendering him speechless. It took him a moment to process the news, and he felt more energized than before.
“Thank you, Ms. Zeller,” Charles said, his gratitude evident.
Yvette paused, noting his excitement but reminding him, “I’m attending college in Seacrity at Clusia. Be prepared. We leave the day after tomorrow.”
Charles’s joy quickly turned to confusion. “Ms. Zeller is going back to college?” he thought. It seemed almost impossible.
“Ms. Zeller, does Professor Fry know you’re going back to school?” Charles asked cautiously.
Yvette shrugged nonchalantly. “He doesn’t know, and there’s no need for him to.”
Charles was silent for a moment. He knew Professor Fry, the principal of the prestigious university, had high expectations for his students. It was hard for him to understand why someone like Yvette would return to school in a small city like Clusia.
Yvette had graduated at the top of her class from the finance department of a renowned university, yet now she was heading back to Clusia for further study. The decision was puzzling but intriguing.
As Yvette stood up, preparing to leave, Charles quickly said, “Ms. Zeller, please remind Mr. Walson to watch out for Braydon. He might be planning something soon.”
Yvette nodded and left without further delay.
When she returned to the living room, Flying Fish was video chatting with Eagle King. They seemed to be in a heated discussion.
As soon as Yvette entered, Flying Fish turned the camera toward her, revealing Yvette’s calm, composed face.
Eagle King’s reaction was immediate. “Boss, boss, I’m here!” he exclaimed.
Yvette’s expression softened as she looked at him on the screen. She tilted her head slightly, glancing over him with mild curiosity.
“Looks like he’s living well,” Yvette thought, noticing his rounder appearance.
Yvette simply responded with an indifferent “Hmm,” before mentioning that she had to leave for another appointment and saying a few parting words.
Meanwhile, on West Isle, Damian, the former patriarch of the Goodman family, now lived in retirement. A few years earlier, Braydon had driven him out of the center of power, sending him into exile.
Damian had once ruled the Mysonna underworld with ruthless efficiency, but after Braydon’s rise, his influence waned, and he was banished to the distant island.
Inside his villa on West Isle, Damian, now graying and leaning on a cane, observed exotic fish in his tank. A faint smile crept across his face as he tossed food into the water, watching the fish scramble for it.
He paused for a moment, rubbing the dragon-shaped cane thoughtfully, his cloudy eyes narrowing as if deep in thought.
Soon, an elderly man with a stern appearance entered. This was Tyson Stonewall, a martial arts expert from the Mysonna underground who had served Damian loyally for decades.
Damian’s sharp gaze met Tyson’s as he asked, “Have you confirmed it? Is she back?”
Tyson nodded, his expression serious. “Yes, Mr. Goodman, she’s back. Braydon met with her, but it didn’t go well. Word has it he was so angry that he wiped out over a hundred members of the Tiger Head,” Tyson reported.
Damian let out a cold laugh, his eyes narrowing in displeasure. “Braydon is still so weak. I’ve given him plenty of chances to learn. Yet he’s so easily rattled when it comes to her. He’s unreliable,” Damian thought.
“Make arrangements. I need to return to Mysonna. Since she’s back, we should at least meet,” Damian ordered.
Tyson nodded in agreement, ready to follow his master’s commands.
