"Here's your new identity. Use it to hide out abroad for a while. After that, you can go wherever you want." Yvonne tossed a file folder to Queena containing identification and other related documents.
"How am I supposed to live once I'm abroad?" Queena asked, pushing her luck after taking the documents.
Yvonne almost laughed out of sheer exasperation.
"Before the Spencer family went bankrupt, George gave you half his fortune. Even if the Rogers family controls most of it, I don't believe you didn't keep something for yourself. Queena, you should know that I don't owe you anything. I have no obligation to take care of you for the rest of your life. And another thing, if you don't want to go, I can take you back right now."
With that, Yvonne immediately turned the steering wheel, ready to head back.
Seeing this, Queena panicked. "No, I don't want to go back! I can go abroad alone. I can manage on my own."
Yvonne shot her a look. It would have been better if she had been this sensible from the start.
Yvonne's car sped all the way to the airport.
Carrying the documents and a small suitcase Yvonne had prepared for her, Queena hurried into the departure lounge.
However, they hadn't expected the Rogers family's bodyguards to react so quickly and track them all the way to the airport.
"How did they know we were coming to the airport?" Yvonne asked Queena, her face grim.
Queena's face went pale, and she shook her head frantically, looking as if she was about to cry.
Yvonne seemed to realize something, snatched Queena's phone, and sure enough, found a tracking device on it.
Yvonne cursed under her breath and pulled Queena into a restroom.
Yvonne glanced at Queena's tear-streaked face but felt no sympathy or pity.
Compared to the original owner's tragic life, Queena's plight was hardly deserving of sympathy.
"The Yvonne you knew is long dead. If you want to apologize, you can do it in hell," Yvonne said before turning and leaving.
The Rogers family's bodyguards were searching the airport. When they saw Yvonne wearing a dress and hair accessories identical to Queena's, they immediately gave chase.
Yvonne couldn't engage them in a physical confrontation yet, or she would be exposed.
She could only run and hide. In her haste, she burst into the VIP lounge.
The Rogers family's bodyguards, seemingly unfazed, followed her inside.

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