Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 273

Of course, the Walker family's friends and relatives were all influential figures in politics and business.

A minor actress from a fallen family like Yvonne would naturally not be on the guest list. However, with Sandra's connections, getting an invitation wasn't difficult.

Yvonne wasn't attending the party to make a splash, so she dressed modestly in a simple white dress, accessorized with a pearl necklace, and styled her hair in a bun before heading out.

Yvonne stood in the entryway, clutch in hand, changing her shoes. Bullet sat beside her, wagging his tail and looking up at her.

Yvonne patted Bullet's large head and said to Helen, "Helen, I have to go out today. I'll be back late, so you don't need to save dinner for me."

"Will you be very late? Should I inform the young master? He did ask that you stay in as much as possible to avoid any danger," Helen asked with concern.

Just as Yvonne was about to reply, the apartment door behind her swung open, and Bennett walked in, dressed sharply in a suit.

He was wearing a vintage-style navy blue suit, a formal choice that indicated he was attending an important event.

As he entered, his deep gaze fell upon Yvonne.

In her dress and makeup, she was clearly on her way out.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his deep voice betraying no emotion.

"To the Walker family's party," Yvonne answered, her voice trailing off. She felt inexplicably guilty.

Bennett didn't say anything to that. Instead, he asked Helen to go to his room and fetch a gift box from the cabinet.

He must have made a special trip back just to get the box. Yvonne guessed it contained a gift for Mr. Walker Sr.

Helen returned with the gift box and handed it to Bennett.

Bennett took the box, walked out the door, and then glanced back at Yvonne. "Follow me," he said coolly.

As Simon drove, he glanced in the rearview mirror while waiting at a red light, looking at the two in the back.

Neither Yvonne nor Bennett spoke, and there was a clear distance between them. Yet, whenever their eyes happened to meet, there was an inexplicable, lingering connection.

A thought suddenly popped into Simon's head: Ms. Jones and Mr. Thompson looked perfect together.

But he quickly shook the thought away, scolding himself for his wild imagination.

Mr. Thompson had a girlfriend, Ms. Walker, and Ms. Jones was more than ten years younger than him. It was impossible.

The light turned green, and Simon started the car again, focusing on the road and pushing the thought from his mind.

The car finally pulled into the Walkers' courtyard.