Bennett’s black SUV wasn’t the most luxurious car, but its military license plate was unmistakable.
Yvonne didn’t answer, her lips pressed into a thin line.
Queena, standing beside her mother, eyed the pale pink dress Yvonne was wearing. “Is that another one of Mr. Cooper’s designs? I’m so envious. Now that you’ve hooked Mr. Thompson, you can wear a dress worth a fortune whenever you want.”
Her voice, dripping with envy, suddenly turned sharp. “But I heard Mr. Thompson already has a girlfriend. They’re about to get engaged. Yvonne, you’re not planning on being his secret mistress, are you? His girlfriend is the deputy mayor’s daughter. If you anger the Walkers, they might cause trouble for our family.”
Teresa’s expression changed at Queena’s words, her gaze turning reproachful. Over the years, she had been completely brainwashed by George and Queena, believing whatever they told her. Despite Yvonne’s hints that Queena was George’s illegitimate daughter, Teresa had never bothered to investigate, always siding with them. Her blind devotion was truly a lost cause.
“Bennett gave me a ride, and you jump to the conclusion that I’m his mistress. Queena, is your mind filled with nothing but sordid affairs?” Yvonne shot back.

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