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Yvette was certain of one thing as she woke up: the presence of a certain man beside her all night. Her body felt the lingering warmth of his presence. She glanced down at her pajamas, which were new—this was the first time she’d worn them. ‘Who changed me?’ she thought briefly. It didn’t take much to connect the dots. There was only one person capable of such a thing.
She got up from the bed and slipped her feet into her slippers. As she walked toward the stairs, she ran into Jeremiah, who was coming up while talking on the phone. When he saw her, he paused, finished his conversation, and hung up the phone.
“Awake? Hungry?” he asked, his voice soft but full of warmth. “I made you your favorite breakfast—little pierogies, this time with shrimp filling.”
Yvette lifted her eyelids, still carrying the traces of sleepiness. “Did you eat?” she asked slowly, her voice barely above a murmur.
Jeremiah had bloodshot eyes. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, yet he replied without missing a beat, “Not yet, I was waiting for you.”
At the dining table, Yvette took a bite of the pierogies, still warm and perfectly seasoned. She had to admit, Jeremiah’s cooking skills were improving. The shrimp filling added a delightful twist to the usual recipe.
She wiped her mouth delicately, her gaze lifting to meet Jeremiah’s. His dark, intense eyes were narrowed slightly as he watched her. “I drank a bit too much last night,” Yvette said, her tone cautious. “Did I hurt you?”
She wasn’t sure whether she had caused any harm, as it was rare for her to remember her actions after drinking. In the past, her alcohol-fueled escapades had often resulted in someone—or something—getting hurt. Usually, it was Jeremiah.
Jeremiah didn’t immediately respond. Instead, he set his chopsticks down with a slight chuckle. His amusement was evident, but his gaze remained focused on her. Yvette’s memory loss from drinking had always been a bit of a running joke, but this time, her complete oblivion made him smile in disbelief.
“I’m not sure how you forget everything, but last night, you went to town on someone,” Jeremiah teased gently, pulling out a newspaper from the table and handing it over to her.
Yvette took it without hesitation and glanced at the headline. The front page screamed with bold letters:
“Famous Model Brutally Attacked, Suffers Multiple Injuries, Announces Retirement From Modeling”
“Keira: Accident or Orchestrated Attack by Someone with Ill Intentions?”
“Who Attacked Keira? The Model Remains Silent.”
Yvette studied the picture of the woman on the page. She tapped her fingers gently on the table, brows furrowing as she tried to recall the details. After a moment of silence, she finally looked up at Jeremiah. “This woman looks familiar. Why are you showing me this?”
Jeremiah met her gaze with a soft, almost teasing smile. “Last night, at Sky Nimbus, you were the one who attacked her.”
Yvette looked at the picture again, still not able to piece everything together. “I did what?” she asked, trying to understand. “This doesn’t make sense. I’ve never hit an ordinary person before. Usually, it’s just sparring with fighters. Was she involved in something?”
She thought briefly about what needed to be done. If she had really hurt this woman, she needed to figure out the best way to make it right. Should she offer compensation? How much would be enough? Maybe a hundred million dollars?
Jeremiah noticed the conflict in her eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle. He could easily guess what she was thinking. Yvette’s memory loss after drinking is both impressive and amusing, he thought. But then he looked at her seriously, deciding to ease her worries. “Don’t worry,” he reassured her, his voice gentle but sincere. “She was actually in a dark place, thinking about ending everything. But after talking to you, she realized she wanted to live. You’re her lifesaver, Yvette.”
Yvette was still skeptical, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Really?” she asked, not quite convinced.
Jeremiah nodded, his expression sincere. “Really. You saved her life.”
For the first time that morning, Yvette allowed herself a relieved sigh. She never thought that a night of drinking could lead to something good. At least this time, she wasn’t just getting herself into trouble. She made a mental note to tell the Eagle King about this; it might help him understand that her drunken antics didn’t always end in chaos.
As she finally believed him, Jeremiah returned to his meal, slurping his soup contentedly. He couldn’t help but think that this was what it must feel like to soothe a child. Today, I finally got the hang of it.
After breakfast, Jeremiah left for the military base. The Ybaullan delegation was arriving in just five days, and there was still a lot of work to be done. He was overseeing the final decisions regarding the candidates from Betrico University who would compete against Kaiden Harper and Robin Jenkins. The selection was heated, and the outcome would significantly affect Clusia’s reputation.
With Jeremiah gone, Yvette found herself alone at Skyland. She curled up on the sofa, cross-legged, as she continued working on the final phase of FastPulse Technologies’ beta game. The fate of the game’s launch depended on how quickly she could finish it, and she was determined to make it happen by the end of the year.
Just as she was getting into the rhythm, her phone rang. It was a call from Howard—something that hadn’t happened since the Smith family in Seacrity dealt with the Chambers family. Howard knew Yvette well enough to know that unless it was something important, she wouldn’t make the first move.
Yvette paused her game, tapping her finger lightly on the table before answering. “Howard,” she said, her voice as cold and composed as always.
Howard wasted no time. “Ms. Zeller, you asked me to reach out to the head of the biochemistry lab, Director Rashad, about his suspended project. There’s been some progress. Can we meet?”
Yvette glanced at the clock on the wall. It was exactly 11:30 AM. After a brief pause, she replied, “Okay, Howard. Let’s meet at 1 PM today. 401, Building 3, Skyland.”
Howard was a little surprised. “Ms. Zeller, are you in Betrico? Are you staying at Zeller?”
Yvette barely opened her eyes, her tone half-drowsy. “Yeah, I came a few days ago. I’ll leave once everything’s settled.”
Howard couldn’t hide his excitement. Finally, he thought. Ms. Zeller is right at my doorstep. He’d been trying for years to get her to visit InnoCrest Technologies, but she always avoided the spotlight. He admired her desire for privacy, but now that she was here, he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.
“No problem, Ms. Zeller,” Howard said quickly. “I’ll be there at 1 PM. See you soon.”
Yvette hung up, returning her attention to her game. As she focused on the screen again, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It was almost too easy.
Meanwhile, at InnoCrest Technologies, Howard quickly called his secretary, Liam, to reschedule all his afternoon appointments. Seeing Yvette was more important than anything else—more than any business deal or meeting. Even if the world ended, Howard needed to be by Yvette’s side. It wasn’t for business—it was for the safety and calm he felt whenever she was around.
Liam, sensing his boss’s enthusiasm, hesitated before asking, “Mr. Yates, are you going to see Ms. Zeller today?”
Liam’s heart pounded. The last time Howard met with Yvette, he had given away 45 billion dollars without a second thought. He’d handed over the game development rights and the core departments without a blink. Is he going to do the same thing again? Liam wondered, concerned.
Howard’s decision to meet Yvette again so soon left Liam with a sense of unease. What’s going on? Liam thought. Why does it feel like this is just the beginning?
