Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 621

“Is that any way to speak to your elders? You have no manners at all. I see Teresa failed to raise you properly,” Marcia snapped.

“Age doesn't automatically grant you the title of an elder. Some people could live to be a hundred and still have learned nothing.” Yvonne had just beaten a level. She closed the game and slipped her phone into her pocket.

Marcia was always infuriated by Yvonne. She pointed a finger at her and said angrily, “So what if you're good at seducing men? Yolanda still managed to marry into the Thompson family. She may have only married the illegitimate son, but fortunes can change. Who knows who will be in charge of the Thompson family in the end.”

Why would an unwanted illegitimate son like Eden win the favor of Ms. Walker? The Walkers' motive for marrying Yolanda to Eden was obvious to anyone: they wanted to oust the rightful heir, Bennett, and install Eden in his place.

Yvonne casually stuck her hands in her pockets, her posture relaxed. “Are you done? The Thompson family's affairs are not for you to comment on so lightly. Be careful what you say.”

Just as she finished speaking, Yvonne looked up toward the hotel entrance and saw Bennett striding up the steps.

His deep eyes softened when he saw her, a smile touching his lips. He walked straight to her, oblivious to everyone else around them.

“Been waiting long?” Bennett asked, his arm naturally wrapping around her slim waist.

“No,” Yvonne shook her head, then added playfully, “There were so many of us here talking. We were having such a nice chat, and you interrupted.”

“Is that so?” Bennett chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the members of the James family with an intimidating pressure. “My apologies for the interruption.”

“No, no, not at all,” Marcia, Mrs. James, and the others stammered, shaking their heads.

Letitia's eyes lit up at the sight of Bennett, and she instinctively struck a pose, but her efforts were wasted on him.

Caroline, being the shy type, was too intimidated by Bennett's powerful presence to even lift her head, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.

After delivering her backhanded compliments, Mrs. James took Caroline's hand and led her into the ballroom.

Meanwhile.

Bennett was leading Yvonne by the hand down the empty corridor.

On the other side of the wall, the wedding march was playing in the ballroom.

Bennett's grip on her hand tightened. As they passed a room, he pulled her inside.

The door opened and closed in a flash, and Yvonne found herself pressed against it.