While Yvonne was thinking about how to ask Stephen to go back first, she heard him unbuckle his seatbelt.

He got out of the car and looked at Caleb. "Do you have so much free time lately, Mr. Turner?"

The atmosphere between them was nowhere near amicable.

Curling up his lips, Caleb replied, "I'm not as free as you, Mr. Anderson."

Although they had only exchanged a few words, Yvonne could sense the growing tension in the air. Feeling her head throb, she cleared her throat to ease the stalemate in front of her.

Then, she looked at Stephen. "It's late now. Go home first, Mr. Anderson. Thanks for the dinner tonight."

After saying that, she walked toward Caleb and said in a soft voice, "I need your help with something."

Caleb didn't ask anything further. He simply followed Yvonne into the villa.

As Stephen stared at their receding figures, his expression darkened.

…

Less than half an hour later, Caleb came out and saw that Stephen was still standing by his car. He couldn't hel