"Everyone has their own ambitions," Seraphina quietly said as she sipped her tea. Her voice was calm, but inside, her thoughts were churning. Soon, everything would fall into place. Across town, Yvonne stepped into a luxury car. A mix of excitement and unease filled her. The man beside her was older than her and plain-looking, but his manners were refined. "Where do you live?" he politely asked. "I... I..." Yvonne faltered, reluctant to share her address. Myles, already knowing the answer, smoothly suggested, "If you do not mind, why not come to my place instead?" "Alright," Yvonne said with a small nod. Later, in the bathroom, Yvonne stood for a moment, gathering her courage. With a towel wrapped around her, she stepped out and looked down shyly when her eyes met Myles'. Myles studied her with keen interest. The sight of her innocence and obedience made his hands twitch. "Get some rest. See you tomorrow," he said before turning and closing the door behind him. Yvonne stared at the door, stunned. She struggled to understand what had just happened. H-He left. Was she not attractive enough for him? Doubt began to creep into her thoughts, but she quickly brushed it aside. If he was not interested, why would he bring her home? There could only be one explanation. Myles was a true gentleman. The thought filled her with joy. In his study, Myles' eyes stayed fixed on the screen, watching her. His fingers twitched with impatience.He could already imagine her screams. He idly spun her ID card in his hand, noting her address. The slums. Perfect. Still, he stayed cautious. He sent his men to investigate how she had gotten into the banquet and what connections she might have. For the next two days, Yvonne stayed at Myles' villa. Though she pretended to be reluctant, she soon embraced the life of luxury, enjoying every comfort she had ever dreamed of. Myles watched her running in the yard with his hands rubbing together in anticipation. "Myles, come play with me!" Yvonne cheerfully called out from under the sunshade. Myles stood to join her, but then his phone rang. He gestured for her to wait and answered it. "Mr. Fraser, we have the information. The invitation she used came from Miss Seraphina. It seems they were once close friends.""Close friends?" Myles frowned. If this girl had ties to Seraphina, he would have to let her go. "They are no longer friends. A while back, when the Lewis Family framed Miss Whitewood, Yvonne was the one who orchestrated it. They are enemies now. As for the invitation, she begged for it. Her family is extremely poor. Her father is bedridden, and her younger brother is rarely home. You can proceed without concern." Myles' lips curled into a smile as his cold gaze settled on Yvonne in the distance. Finally, he could enjoy his sacrificial lamb. That afternoon, Myles spent time with Yvonne, his mood light. Her innocent smile and simple demeanor only heightened his anticipation. After dinner, a servant led Yvonne to a grand bathroom. Once she stepped inside, the servant left, and the door clicked shut. Startled, Yvonne called out, "Myles, where are you?" The enormous bathtub seemed to take up half the room and was large enough for several people. Myles stepped out from behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Ahhh!" Yvonne screamed in fear.