Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 289

“My makeup took a little longer than expected. Have you been waiting long?” Yvonne asked politely, lifting the hem of her dress as she walked to Thomas' side.

“I just arrived myself. Besides, waiting for such a beautiful woman is my honor,” Thomas replied with a smile, then gallantly opened the car door for her.

The black Rolls-Royce moved smoothly down the road. The interior was quiet, with Yvonne and Thomas exchanging few words.

She spent most of the time looking at the scenery outside the window. It was only when the surroundings started to look familiar that she realized they were on the way to the Thompson manor.

The Thompson family’s estate in the Eastside District was massive, covering about two hundred and thirty acres. Rumor had it that Frank, the head of the Thompson Group, had built it for his wife, Emma Moore.

So, the banquet Thomas had asked her to accompany him to was Emma’s birthday party.

“Why didn’t you tell me we were attending a birthday party? I didn’t even prepare a gift,” Yvonne said, turning to Thomas with some dismay.

Thomas smiled. “I’ve already prepared a gift. My aunt is good-natured and gentle. I think she’ll like you very much.”

Yvonne pressed her lips into a thin line, her mood dampened.

She had always known that Emma didn’t like her.

Back when Yvonne was still Bennett’s girlfriend, Emma had disapproved of her.

Her gaze had always been filled with judgment and scrutiny.

Now, to Emma, Yvonne was a complete stranger, so there was no question of liking or disliking her.

The Taylor family’s car slowly drove into the Thompson manor.

“Mr. Rogers,” Thomas replied, nodding with perfect courtesy.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Thomas, Oscar’s gaze fell on Yvonne. His deep eyes carried a certain pressure as he said, “My fiancée has gone missing recently. She’s Ms. Jones' sister. I was wondering if you’ve seen her?”

“Queena is no sister of mine. Mr. Rogers, with your extensive network, you must have heard about Queena and me. We’re mortal enemies. I don’t care if she’s missing or not. If she turns up dead one day, don’t forget to let me know so I can have a good laugh.”

After speaking, Yvonne tightened her grip on Thomas' arm and gave it a slight shake. “This is my first time at the famous Thompson manor. Could you show me around?”

“Of course,” Thomas said with a smile, then led Yvonne toward the second floor of the villa.

Oscar watched their retreating backs, his eyes growing darker and colder.