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Chapter 248
Jeremiah remained calm, his voice unwavering as he spoke after a moment of contemplation, “He informed Phantom about my whereabouts in Seacrity. Does he think Clusia is a place where he can come and go as he wishes? If he’s here, make sure he stays permanently.”
His tone, though composed, carried a clear threat, and Bruce could feel the weight of it. This wasn’t just a family matter; it was the beginning of a face-off with the Goodman family.
“Understood, Mr. Chavez. I’ll pass the information to Braydon. As for Phantom, should we hold him for you to handle personally, or take him out on the spot?”
Jeremiah’s gaze turned colder, his expression hard as steel. He replied, his voice calm but filled with an unmistakable ruthlessness, “Take his body to the Goodman family.”
Bruce didn’t need further explanation. He understood all too well what that meant.
The Phantom, who had received orders from Braydon while in Mysonna, never imagined that as soon as he landed in Seacrity, he’d be caught and killed before even having a chance to meet Jeremiah. His body was swiftly sent back to Mysonna.
Jeremiah hung up and returned to the living room, where Emmett was focused on washing vegetables in the kitchen, looking as professional as ever. Emmett had been handling most of Skyland’s affairs, and Jeremiah trusted him to deal with any strangers who entered their household. Occasionally, a servant from the Chavez family would clean, but otherwise, the place was always maintained by Emmett.
Yvette was lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through her phone. A new message from an unknown number had just appeared on her screen.
“Hello, Siren, it’s James. Simon mentioned you’ve arrived in Betrico. Are you free to meet tomorrow?”
Yvette quickly tapped out a reply: “Sure, when and where?”
Within moments, the response came: “10:30, at Bamboo Hall. Don’t miss it.”
As Yvette put her phone away, she tilted her head slightly, noticing Jeremiah entering the room. She glanced at him briefly before asking with a playful smile, “Women’s clothes?”
Jeremiah paused, his usual cool demeanor faltering for a moment. He walked over to her, sitting beside her on the couch and pulling her into his arms. “Jase was just making up stories,” he said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
Yvette looked up at him, her expression cold but playful. “Really?”
Jeremiah gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, clearing his throat as he admitted, “It was just that once.” His internal thoughts were a bit more scattered, Why does getting caught in a lie happen so quickly?
Yvette smiled softly. “I bet it looked pretty good.”
Just as the air between them grew more intense, Emmett emerged from the kitchen, still wearing his apron, carrying the freshly washed vegetables. He froze in place, sensing the charged atmosphere and quickly muttering, “Mr. Chavez, Yvette, the veggies are…”
Realizing it was probably best not to get involved, he stepped back with a subtle look of pretend indifference.
The next morning, Jeremiah left early to attend to some military matters, and Yvette decided to head out for her own business. She casually picked a sleek black scooter from the garage, one that had been hidden away in a corner. After securing her helmet, she sped off toward Bamboo Hall, which was conveniently close to Skyland.
The guard at the security booth, who had been swapped out the previous day, returned to his post. When he saw Yvette riding out of Skyland on the scooter, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It was the first time he’d seen someone using a scooter in such an upscale area. Most people in Skyland traveled by luxury car; even the servants had BMWs for their grocery runs. A scooter? That was definitely unusual.
Yvette parked her scooter at the entrance of Bamboo Hall, its sleek black body surrounded by luxury vehicles, making it stand out even more. She walked up to the entrance, where two young women in gowns and carefully styled hair stood. Their faces soured when they saw Yvette step off the scooter, their attitudes shifting from neutral to dismissive.
Since all patrons at Bamboo Hall were from the social elite, the servants here carried an air of superiority. The two women exchanged a knowing glance and gave Yvette a condescending look.
One of them stepped forward, her tone haughty. “Hello, are you here to dine? Bamboo Hall is a members-only restaurant. We don’t admit walk-ins. The minimum for a membership card is 1.5 million dollars. If you’re interested, I can help you with the application.”
Yvette’s expression remained unchanged, her cold, striking beauty standing out as she looked at the woman. With one hand in her pocket, she walked up the steps, her long legs poised and graceful, her gaze aloof.
“1.5 million dollars? Is that enough?” Yvette asked calmly, her voice smooth as velvet.
The two servants exchanged looks, their disdain growing. Is she out of her mind? they thought. She probably can’t even afford 150 dollars, let alone 1.5 million. What is she even doing here?
One of the taller servants, now growing impatient, mocked her. “Miss, if you don’t have 1.5 million dollars, you should leave. We’re about to host an important guest, Mr. Owens, the director of Betrico’s physics lab. You’d be better off trying a diner two blocks away. It’s more suited for people like you.”
The other servant, who had recently had her nose done, added snidely, “There are plenty of food stalls down the street. They’ll fill you up.”
Just then, a man in a tailored suit stepped out of the restaurant and looked at Yvette with a dismissive glance. “What are you doing here? Get rid of this irrelevant person. Don’t let her delay the important guests we’re expecting.”
The two servants immediately flattered him, offering excuses for Yvette’s presence. “We don’t know why she’s acting so stubborn. She’s trying to spend money without a membership. We’ve tried explaining the rules, but she won’t listen.”
Yvette didn’t flinch. She simply bent down, pulled out her phone, and called someone right in front of them.
The person on the other end answered immediately. Yvette spoke in a calm, clear tone, “Withdraw the investment from Bamboo Hall.”
The voice on the other end didn’t hesitate. “Understood. Did someone from Bamboo Hall offend you? Would you like me to handle it personally?”
Yvette replied, “No need.”
She hung up the phone and turned her attention back to the two servants and Mr. Lake, who had been watching her with growing irritation. Behind them, inside a skyscraper in the business district, a young woman dressed in business attire smiled knowingly as she saw Yvette’s call end. Bamboo Hall really doesn’t know what they’ve done, she thought. I’m glad I didn’t finalize that investment.
