Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 274

Mr. Walker Sr. had retired from his post several years ago and had become increasingly low-key, even holding his birthday party at home.

The Walker family didn't have many servants, but they were efficient, orderly, and well-disciplined.

As soon as Bennett's car entered the courtyard, a servant informed Yolanda.

Yolanda ran out excitedly, but her smile froze on her face when she saw Yvonne getting out of Bennett's car.

However, after getting out of the car, Bennett and Yvonne exchanged no words and went their separate ways.

Yolanda breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to Bennett. "What took you so long? Grandpa has been asking about you."

"I left Grandpa's gift at the apartment, so I had to go back for it. That's what delayed me," Bennett explained.

"Oh, so you went back to the apartment. No wonder you arrived with Ms. Jones," Yolanda said, her tone casual but clearly probing.

"Yes. It was on the way, so I gave her a ride," Bennett replied, his voice flat and calm.

Yolanda tactfully dropped the subject, taking his arm as they walked into the villa.

Meanwhile.

Yvonne had spotted Queena.

However, Queena was by Oscar's side, exchanging pleasantries with the Walker family patriarch.

When Queena saw Yvonne, she became visibly distracted. Forcing herself to remain calm, she waited for an opportunity and then said to Oscar, "My stomach feels upset. I need to use the restroom."

"Is it that time of the month?" Oscar glanced at her. "Go on, but be quick."

Queena hurried to the restroom. She sat down on a toilet, took out her phone, and had just dialed Yvonne's number when she heard a phone ringing from behind the next stall door.

Queena couldn't argue and grew more agitated. "Yvonne, I don't care why you're investigating the Rogers family. I just want to make a deal with you."

"A deal with me?" Yvonne echoed.

Queena nodded. "Before he went to prison, Dad left me something—evidence of the Rogers family's crimes. If you can help me get away from them, get me out of the country, or to a place where they can't find me, I'll give you the evidence."

"It's funny, isn't it? You were so desperate to marry into the Rogers family and become their young mistress, and now you're just as desperate to leave," Yvonne said with a cold sneer.

Queena's face paled, her expression turning ugly.

George thought that by holding something over the Rogerses, he could secure a lifetime of wealth and luxury for his daughter. But a dynasty like the Rogers family, built over generations, wouldn't be so easily manipulated.

Not only had Queena failed to get what she wanted, but she had become a caged animal. If she didn't escape soon, she would be trapped there forever.

"That evidence you have probably isn't enough to bring down the Rogers family, is it? Otherwise, you could have just gone to the police yourself instead of coming to me."