Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 627

Yvonne instinctively turned her head away, placing a hand over Bennett's lips. "Someone's watching... well, some dog."

Bennett was speechless.

He glanced down at Bullet, man and dog locking eyes. Then, Bennett gave Bullet a gentle nudge with his foot.

"Go on, get out of here."

Bullet let out a soft whine and looked up at Yvonne pitifully, as if tattling on Bennett.

Yvonne laughed, bending down to hug Bullet and pat his big head. "Oh, you poor thing, did he bully you?"

While Yvonne was playing with Bullet, Bennett's phone rang.

He strode over to the coffee table and answered it.

The person on the other end said something that made Bennett's expression turn serious.

After hanging up, he turned to Yvonne. "I have to go out. You should get some sleep."

"Is it for work?" Yvonne asked, her smile vanishing.

"Yeah," he answered vaguely, heading straight to the bedroom to change.

He didn't put on his uniform, instead changing into a black sweatsuit before leaving in a hurry.

Yvonne knew better than to ask about his work. She stood by the window with Bullet, watching a black van pull up downstairs. Bennett got in, and the vehicle quickly drove away.

"Come on, Bullet, let's go to bed," Yvonne said, patting the dog's head, a hint of loneliness in her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes.

His bodyguards were officially employees of the Thompson Group. Even though they had done a good thing, they still had to go through the proper channels and give a statement.

The van finally pulled up in front of the Municipal Bureau headquarters.

Gordon parked the car, and they both got out.

A detective from the bureau was waiting at the entrance. Seeing them, he extended a hand warmly. "Mr. Thompson."

Bennett shook his hand, and the detective led them inside.

"This way, Mr. Thompson. Mr. Jones is waiting for you in the surveillance room. Our colleagues are interrogating the suspects we apprehended tonight," the detective explained as they walked.

They had arrested sixteen suspects at Riverbend. They were likely just the grunts; the masterminds rarely showed up at the actual drop-off.