“This is Mr. Bennett Thompson’s dog?” Teresa repeated, her tone completely changed.
She had been about to order the dog out, but now she immediately instructed the staff to prepare a special meal for him. The Spencer family’s chef pulled out all the stops, preparing a four-course meal for Bullet.
It seemed the Thompson name was quite useful.
Yvonne took her seat at the table and glanced at the gift box in front of her.
“There’s a gift for everyone in the family. That one is yours. See if you like it,” Jeffrey said.
Yvonne met his gaze, then slowly unwrapped the box. Inside was an emerald necklace of good quality, likely worth as much as Queena’s designer bag.
In the original Yvonne’s memories, whenever Jeffrey returned from a trip, he would bring Queena jewelry, luxury bags, or designer dresses. For Yvonne, it was always the same as the maids: chocolate or candy.
It seemed Jeffrey had finally learned to treat his two sisters equally.
But the original Yvonne no longer needed it.
And the current Yvonne needed it even less.
She casually tossed the necklace onto the table and said to the maid, “Can we eat now? I’m hungry.”
“The food is ready,” Jenny replied, but her eyes flickered to Teresa, who was, after all, the lady of the house.
“Clear the table. Let’s eat,” Teresa said, seizing the opportunity.
Dinner was a quiet, awkward affair.
The only one unaffected was Bullet, who enjoyed his VIP-level four-course meal.


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