"Good morning," Vincent said with a smiling nod.

Yolanda kept her head down, her expression hidden from view. Everyone assumed she was simply being shy.

"Please, come in. Let's talk inside," Vincent and Belinda said, leading Frank and Eden into the house.

Frank's assistant directed staff to unload box after box of gifts from the cars, carrying them into the Walker home. Soon, half of the living room was filled with presents.

Frank paid no mind to these details, but his assistant handled everything meticulously. After all, procuring impressive gifts only required money, and money was the one thing the Thompsons had in abundance.

The Thompsons had put on an impressive show of respect. Vincent and Belinda were quite satisfied as they surveyed the valuable gifts filling their living room.

A maid brought in a tray of tea and served everyone.

Vincent was the first to pick up his cup, smiling at Frank. "It seems we were fated to be in-laws after all. Look at us, finally becoming one family."

Frank nodded, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"Guess Eden and Yolanda were just meant to be. They haven't known each other long, but look at them already talking marriage."

His tone was calm, but his eyes were sharp as blades.

Eden and Yolanda, two people who had little to do with each other, were now being bound together in such a short time. Frank wasn't a fool; he knew exactly what the Walkers and Eden were scheming.

But their plans were ultimately futile, so Frank couldn't be bothered to argue with them.

The atmosphere grew palpably tense for a moment. Belinda cleared her throat, trying to smooth things over. "Eden and Yolanda may not have known each other long, but their bond is deep."

"Is that so? How rare," Frank said, his eyes flicking between Eden and Yolanda.

Both of them looked slightly stiff, showing no signs of any deep emotional connection.

Frank withdrew his gaze and picked up his cup from the coffee table.

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The tea had cooled a bit, but it was excellent quality, and he took a small Sip

Afterward, Vincent and Frank exchanged a few more pleasantries.

Frank's presence alone was a significant gesture of respect to the Walker family, and he didn't act dismissively.

Before he left, Mrs. Thompson Sr. had given him strict instructions, even entrusting him with a family treasure: a bracelet.

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that Frank give it to Yolanda.

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"This is from your grandmother. A token of her affection," Frank said, handing the

jewelry box to Yolanda.

Yolanda took it and said, "Thank you, Mr. Thompson."

Then, she casually placed the box on the coffee table beside her without even opening it, looking completely uninterested.

Frank frowned slightly but said nothing more.

Belinda saw this and sighed inwardly at her daughter's lack of tact. She had been truly spoiled.

"Gina, is lunch ready?" Belinda called out, changing the subject.

"Madam, the food is ready. Shall we be seated now?" Gina asked, emerging from the kitchen.

"Since the food is ready, let's go to the dining room before it gets cold," Belinda said with a smile.