Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 129

There was something about Yvonne—her confidence, her boldness—that felt strangely familiar.

“What did she want?” A voice asked from the adjoining room. The door opened, and Bennett appeared, leaning casually against the frame.

“To take down her ex-fiancé for betraying her,” Noah said with a hint of amusement, tossing the proposal aside. “It just goes to show, you can cross anyone in this world, but never cross a woman. When they get their claws out, they play for keeps.” He looked up at Bennett. “Do you know her?”

“She was a witness I was assigned to protect a while back,” Bennett replied, his expression unreadable.

Noah didn’t press further. “My mom made her famous pot roast tonight. You should bring Yolanda over for dinner.”

“Can’t. I have to get back to the base. I’m on duty,” Bennett said, looking down as he lit a cigarette.

Noah sighed, recognizing the excuse for what it was. “Yolanda is a wonderful girl—beautiful, elegant, kind-hearted, and completely devoted to you. Bennett, you’re not getting any younger. We’d all like to see you settle down.”

He spoke with the gravity of an older brother, but it was unclear if Bennett was even listening. He took a final drag from his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and said flatly, “You’re busy. I’ll see myself out.”

Then, he turned and walked out of the office.

Sandra sighed. “I heard from his assistant that he’s holding the spot for Queena. He’s already made a deal with the show’s producers. If they replace you with her, not only will they not have to pay a talent fee, but Nexus Media will also provide sponsorship.”

“I don’t care what deals he’s made. I want that contract, and he’s going to give it to me,” Yvonne said, her brow arched in a look of absolute certainty.

George didn’t come into the office that morning, arriving just in time for the afternoon staff meeting. When the meeting ended, he walked into his office to find Yvonne sitting in his executive chair, one leg crossed over the other, looking perfectly at ease.

“Who gave you permission to be in here?” George demanded, glaring at her.