Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 182

Sandra knew what recklessness led to. She herself had been too impatient once, sneaking into George’s office to find evidence. Yvonne had been sacrificed covering for her, her identity as an undercover officer exposed.

“I know. Don’t worry, Sandra, I won’t do anything rash,” Yvonne promised before ending the call to focus on the road.

She returned to the Spencer manor, pulling into the driveway to find a flashy black Bentley parked in one of the spots.

“We have guests?” she asked a maid working in the yard as she locked her car.

“Mr. Rogers is visiting,” the maid replied. “The master and madam are making a big fuss over him. They’ve even instructed the kitchen to prepare several extra dishes.”

Yvonne nodded, grabbing her purse and jacket before heading inside. As she entered, she was greeted by the sound of cheerful laughter from the living room.

“Oscar knew your father would like it, so he had it specially brought over. It’s the finest quality,” a girlish voice cooed. “And these are for you, Mom, for your health.”

Queena was nestled beside a young man, looking every bit the delicate, adoring girlfriend.

“You’re too generous, Mr. Rogers,” Teresa said with a warm smile.

“Please, Mrs. Spencer, call me Oscar,” the young man replied. As the heir to a prominent family, his manners were impeccable, showing deference and respect to his elders.

“‘Mr. Rogers’ does sound too formal,” Teresa continued, beaming. “After all, we’ll be one big family soon enough. My Queena is still a bit young, not quite of legal age to marry, so you can’t get married just yet. But you could get engaged first! That would make it perfectly proper for you two to live together.”

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