Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 642

Bruce nodded, not saying much more, only offering a word of caution. “Don’t do anything that dangerous again. The Walkers are ruthless; they won’t care about your family name.”

Bennett acknowledged with a nod. “Vincent is extremely cautious. I was never able to get close to the core of his operations. Continuing to play with fire would have risked dragging the entire Thompson family into it, so I got out when I could.”

Yvonne’s appearance had been timely. She had provided him with the perfect excuse to ‘fall for someone else,’ break up with Yolanda, and withdraw from the Walker family’s orbit unscathed.

“You’re a smart man; you know when to pull back. But that Eden boy… he just dove right in. Frank is so sharp, how did he end up with such a foolish son?”

Bruce shook his head with a sigh.

Bennett continued to drink and talk with Bruce, losing all track of time.

Finally, a call came from Monica, urging Bruce to drink less and come home soon.

“Mrs. Jones is getting worried. Mr. Jones, let me drive you home,” Bennett offered.

But Bruce waved him off with a smile. “You should get back to your girl. I’m not drunk yet. I can get home myself.”

Despite Bruce’s protests, Bennett insisted on driving him back to the Jones residence.

As the car pulled into the small courtyard of the Jones family home, Monica was already standing at the gate, craning her neck. When the car stopped, she hurried over, taking Bruce’s arm and chiding him gently, “Why do you always drink so much? Don’t you know how old you are? You’re such a worry.”

“I didn’t drink that much, really, I didn’t,” Bruce explained good-naturedly.

The couple walked toward the house together, their figures creating a scene of quiet warmth.

Bennett sat in the back of the car. In the dim light, the soft glow from his phone screen illuminated his handsome profile.

At this hour, Bennett wasn’t sure if Yvonne was asleep, so he sent her a text.

[Asleep?]

The reply came almost instantly.

[Yes.]

Bennett couldn’t help but smile at the screen.

His long fingers moved, dialing her number.

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