Mr. Moore had used all his connections and resources, spending a fortune to investigate. With the police also on the case, they thought they would catch the killer quickly.

But the deeper they dug, the more resistance they met. It became clear to everyone that the killer was no ordinary person, but someone they couldn't afford to cross.

Mr. Moore refused to give up and insisted on continuing the investigation. But just as they were getting a lead, Mrs. Moore suddenly disappeared.

Mr. Moore searched frantically for his wife and finally found her a week later, at the very spot where Flora's body had been dumped.

The only difference was that Mrs. Moore was still alive, barely breathing. The message was clearly a warning.

After Mrs. Moore was rescued, Mr. Moore gave up the investigation into Flora's case. He had already lost his daughter; he couldn't bear to lose his wife as well.

The police never found any new leads, and the case was gradually shelved.

Part of the reason Yvonne had accepted the undercover mission back then was for Flora.

The leads the police had found at the time suggested the kidnappers had some connection to the Gonzalez Group. Unfortunately, Colin had died without revealing anything useful.

So, Flora's case remained unsolved.

"Mr. and Mrs. Moore... they've been through so much," Monica said with a sigh. By the time Yvonne finished helping Monica clean the kitchen, it was getting late. Since everyone had been drinking, Yvonne had to call for a designated driver. They dropped Mr. and Mrs. Moore off at their home first.

Mrs. Moore had long since sobered up. As she got out of the car, she held Yvonne's hand, looking reluctant to let go.

"I don't know why, but I feel such an affection for you, dear. Yvonne, you should come visit us whenever you have time. I'll cook for you again.”

Yvonne smiled and nodded, bidding Mr. and Mrs. Moore farewell.

After leaving the Moore family's home, they headed back to Cherry Apartment.

The designated driver parked the car in its assigned spot, then went to the trunk and took out his foldable scooter.

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"We've arrived at your destination, ma'am. Have a wonderful evening, goodbye." With that, the driver,

hopped on his scooter and sped away. .

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Yvonne had hoped he might help her get Bennett back to the apartment, but he was gone in a flash.

Fair enough, helping a client upstairs wasn't part of the service.

Besides, it was a holiday, a busy

time for rivers. He was pret

rushing to his next fare, so it normal for him to ignore

Yvonne walked back to the car and opened the rear door, looking at Bennett in the back seat.

He was leaning against the seatback, his brow furrowed. He looked uncomfortable, probably from the alcohol.

"Can you make it upstairs on your own? Or should I call Helen to come down?" Yvonne asked.

Bennett just frowned, his eyes half-closed, and remained silent.

With a sigh, Yvonne reached in to pull him out, but not only did he not budge, she

lost her footing and tumbled right on top of him.

Her face slammed into his chest, her nose and forehead aching from the impact.

Slightly annoyed, Yvonne considered

just leaving him in the car. But at

that moment a cool hand touched

her forehead, gently rubbing the sore spot.

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Startled, Yvonne looked up at him. Their eyes met, his gaze as calm and deep as the sea.

Yvonne's mind went blank for a moment, right until his cool lips pressed against hers.

The force of his presence was overwhelming, leaving her breathless.

Just before she felt she would suffocate, she pushed him away with all her strength.