Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 435

Whether it was the Gonzalez family, George, or Oscar, their hands were stained with the blood of innocent victims. And Vincent, as a public official, had not only failed to serve the people but had become a monster preying on them.

“Now that Vincent has failed to get his promotion, as long as we can keep him in Istra, we’ll eventually find evidence of the Walker family’s crimes,” Bennett added.

Yvonne nodded.

More haste, less speed. For now, they could only take it one step at a time. It wasn’t like they could actually have Mr. Bennett Thompson sell his body and marry Yolanda.

“What are you thinking about?” Bennett asked, noticing her eyes darting around.

“Nothing,” Yvonne replied, shaking her head with a guilty look.

Fortunately, Bennett didn't press the issue. Instead, he reached out, suddenly pulling her up and settling her onto his lap.

Yvonne sat in his embrace, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

“Now that we’ve covered business, shouldn’t we move on to personal matters?” Bennett’s warm hand slid up to the back of her head. His deep eyes gazed at her intently as he leaned closer and closer.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the door to Helen’s room suddenly opened. Light spilled out, slightly glaring.

Yvonne pushed Bennett away on reflex, scrambling out of his embrace in a panic. In her haste, she tumbled from his lap onto the rug, landing in a slightly clumsy heap.

Helen, wrapped in a robe, came out of her room to the sight of Bennett sitting calmly on the sofa while Yvonne was sprawled on the floor.

Bullet was lying by the floor-to-ceiling windows, wagging his tail lazily, his black doggy eyes looking lost and innocent.

“Yvonne, why are you sitting on the floor?” Helen asked, confused.

“I just slipped,” Yvonne replied awkwardly.

“Are you hurt? It’s so late, why aren’t you sleeping? Falling over in the living room… you’re always so clumsy,” Helen said, then turned her gaze to Bennett.

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