Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 119

Matthew remained silent, his gaze fixed on Yvonne.

She didn’t even bother to look at them. She paid the bill, and then she and Sandra left the restaurant. Sandra had to return to the office, so Yvonne hailed a taxi. As the car made its way toward the Spencer residence, her phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, she answered.

“You were following me,” Matthew’s voice said, a statement, not a question.

“Are you always this paranoid?” Yvonne shot back.

“Queena mentioned that you don’t even know proper dining etiquette. Yvonne, I know you’re not over me. If you regret your decision, I might be willing to take you back.”

Yvonne was incredulous. “And what about Queena?”

“The two of you don’t have to conflict.”

She almost laughed. “So, you want me to be your mistress?”

His silence was all the confirmation she needed.

In the quiet, Yvonne’s eyes snapped open, sharp and alert. She sat up, opened a desk drawer, and pulled out a small, specialized toolkit. Then, she walked to the director’s office.

Peter was a cautious man. His office was always locked when he wasn't there. Yvonne knelt by the door and, with a few deft movements, picked the lock.

Inside, just as Sandra had said, was a safe. It was an older model, imported, but thankfully not connected to a mobile alarm system. Still, it was a complex lock. Yvonne set to work, and after nearly an hour, she finally managed to get it open.

Just as she was about to reach inside, the office door swung open.