Yvonne was bracing for a direct confrontation when, at the critical moment, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, pinning her against a nearby wall.

The air filled with a familiar, sharp scent. Before Yvonne could react, a pair of cool, thin lips were pressed against hers.

Just as Yvonne was about to resist, the arm around her waist tightened. His lips moved to her ear as he whispered a warning, "Don't move."

The Rogers family's bodyguards rushed in and began searching. Seeing a couple kissing in the corner, they instinctively looked away.

The VIP lounge was full of the rich and powerful. If they angered the wrong person, they'd be in serious trouble.

The bodyguards scanned the VIP room but didn't find Queena alone, so they left. "Strange. She's not here. I swear I saw her run in."

"Maybe you were mistaken? Let's check somewhere else..."

As the bodyguards' voices faded into the distance, Yvonne finally let out a sigh of relief.

Only then did she realize she was still trapped in Bennett's arms. The memory of his kiss made her cheeks burn uncontrollably.

But he had kissed her lips, just as he had kissed others. It was like the song he had played for her he could play it for anyone.

The spark of warmth in Yvonne's heart was instantly extinguished. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed.

"Can you let me go now, Mr. Bennett Thompson? Any more of this, and the act will be overdone."

Bennett looked down at her, and the atmosphere seemed to grow cold. He released his arm from her waist and took a half step back, putting distance between them.

"What are you doing here?" Bennett asked coldly.

Yvonne didn't answer directly. Instead, she said, "Thank you for your help just now. I should be going."

As she turned to leave, Bennett grabbed her arm.

"Those men were from the Rogers family, weren't they? What are you up to? Do you have a death wish? Bennett's calmvoice was laced with cold fury.

Yvonne looked down, remaining silent.

She didn't know how to explain, nor did she want to.

As a police officer, she had a mission to complete-one left unfinished from her past life she.

had to expose the Rogo.n

family's crimes and bring them all to justice.

But in everyone else's eyes, she was no longer a cop, just an actress. And Yvonne couldn't explain the fact that she had been reincarnated, was too incredible to believe.

Because of Yvonne's silence, the atmosphere between them grew even colder.

It was Simon's timely appearance that broke the silence.

"Ms. Jones, what are you doing here?"

Yvonne: "Just passing through."

Bennett released his grip on Yvonne's wrist and looked at Simon with a deep, cold gaze. "Take her home," he commanded.

"But..." Simon began to say, but Bennett cut him off.

"You will personally see her back to her apartment. Then assign two men to follow her. I don't want to see her running around again."

Simon had been with Bennett for years and knew his temperament. Mr. Bennett Thompson's word was law; he never allowed anyone to contradict him.

Simon nodded, looked at Yvonne, and gestured for her to go first. "Ms. Jones, I'll escort you back."

"Thank you for your trouble," Yvonne said, then left with Simon without a backward glance.

Simon drove Yvonne back to Cherry Apartment and even assigned two men to ensure her safety.

"The moment Ms. Jones steps out of her apartment, your job is to protect her. But maintain a safe distance. Don't interfere with her daily life."