“See? I told you she was Thomas' woman, but you insisted she was involved with Bennett. This woman has the heirs of two major families—cousins, no less—wrapped around her finger. She’s got some serious skills.”
Darcy stood beside Oscar, one hand in his pocket, looking every bit the loafer.
“This woman is definitely not simple. I’ve already looked into it, and Queena’s disappearance is connected to her. You’ll proceed with the plan later. Once you have her, take her to my villa in the suburbs first.”
Oscar instructed.
“I understand,” Darcy nodded, then turned and walked in another direction.
Meanwhile, Yvonne had followed Thomas to the second floor of the villa.
The three-story villa was entirely dedicated to entertaining guests. The second floor was another banquet hall.
Emma, dressed in a magnificent haute couture gown, was chatting and laughing with her guests.
“Auntie,” Thomas said, leading Yvonne over to greet Emma.
“Thomas, you’re here!” Emma’s face lit up with a smile upon seeing her nephew.
Thomas then formally introduced Yvonne to Emma.
“Ms. Jones.” Emma’s gaze swept over Yvonne, a faint, polite smile on her face.
Yvonne was just an out-of-favor granddaughter of the James family, hardly someone who would register on Emma’s radar. Mrs. Thompson deigning to speak a few words to her was purely out of respect for Thomas.
Yvonne knew her place and tactfully stood aside like a decoration. She never begged for attention or tried to curry favor.
“The dance is on the third floor. All the young people are up there. Bennett, take your cousin and Ms. Jones upstairs,” Emma added.
Bennett had been talking with a few colleagues nearby. He turned when he heard his mother call.


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