Chapter 188: The Real Sleeping Beauty
Sure enough, after Mrs. Travens called Helen, the blonde on the other end looked shocked, "Julia Watkins? I don’t know her at all, who is she? Where is she?"
Mrs. Travens was even angrier at this.
Not only did she demand that Julia Watkins be severely punished, she even immediately called all of the Baile Group’s partners and banned any business dealings with the Watkins family-related companies!
And the police had put out a direct wanted notice in order to apprehend Julia Watkins. There wasn’t even time for the Watkins family to prepare.
The original watchers, who were ready to watch the show, had now learned how powerful Yvonne was.
A case that even a professional team couldn’t solve, she, Yvonne, could actually solve it at such a fast pace?
In other words, if she could even do something like catch a criminal, what was there that she couldn’t do?
"Mr. and Mrs. Leinster, you two have worked hard today."
"Yes, Mr. Leinster, but this is a double blessing, recovering Sleeping Beauty, not only to wish you a happy birthday, but also to congratulate you on having such a capable and intelligent wife!"
"Yes, Mrs. Leinster, here is to you..."
Everyone gathered around.
Yvonne said, "It’s not necessary to propose a toast to me, the reason why I can solve it so quickly today is that I just happened to know that there is such a modus operandi, compared to the professional crime-solving team, I am still far from it."
Yvonne said with emotion and sincerity.
She also knew in her heart that if Julia Watkins hadn’t revealed frequent breakdowns, it wouldn’t have been so easy for her to find out the truth.
Just then, Yvonne’s cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mrs. Leinster!"
As soon as Yvonne heard it was the babysitter, she immediately said seriously, "What’s wrong, is there something wrong with Daniel and Angela?"
The babysitter said, "Oh, nothing, it’s just that Angela misses her mother and is asking when you and Mr. Leinster will be back."
Originally, the party was over at nine. But today there were special circumstances, and now it was dragging on until after twelve.
The two children clamored and refused to go to bed, wanting to wait for mommy and daddy to come back. The babysitter saw that it was really late and simply called Yvonne.
Seeing this, Zachary put his arms around her waist and said, "Did Daniel and Angela miss us?"
"Well," Yvonne put down her phone, "it’s fine, the babysitter said that Angela was fussing and wouldn’t go to sleep, so I asked the babysitter to coax her a bit."
"Then I’ll finish up here as soon as possible."
Although the criminal and all that was caught, after all, many people who were rich and powerful came today, it was still necessary to wrap it up.
Zachary wrapped up with great speed, and at the same time, the world-famous painting Sleeping Beauty was presented up.
Because it was authentic, the painting was protected from all sides and everyone could only view them from afar.
Only in spite of this, the crowd was still deeply shocked by the masterpiece.
Mrs. Travens was also in a good mood, and after everyone had enjoyed Sleeping Beauty together, they all got what they wanted again and proceeded to leave the party.
*
After sending everyone away, after this battle-like day, Yvonne was also tired.
The man in the expensive suit came back from the entrance of the banquet hall, only to find that, with a single turn, the originally glorious banquet hall actually had all the lights dimmed at once, leaving only blackness!
Zachary’s heart tightened.
His first thought was that Yvonne was afraid of the dark.
So he strode back, "Yvonne!"
Just then, a faint candle flame was shaken and pushed out on the dining cart...
...
"Happy birthday to you..."
It was the most common birthday song, but with her remix and a simple change of tune, it actually became overly good when sung from her mouth.
The man stood stunned in place with some surprise.
In the darkness, the ebullient and slender figure of Yvonne slowly walked out alone, pushing a food cart.
She sang as she pushed the cake around, and there seemed to be stars in her eyes.
On the food cart was a cake in the shape of a burgundy heart.
The cake was exquisitely beautiful, like a diamond cut, and different from anything sold in fancy bakeries outside, because it was made by her hands.
This was the last special session designed by Yvonne, specifically for him alone. "Zachary, now that everyone’s gone, this is something I designed just for you alone." "Don’t say anything yet..."
Seeing his moved expression, Yvonne was afraid he would interrupt her, so she said quickly.
"Once, I also resented fate, resented why I was separated from my parents, made me live in the shadow of Sarah Mooney and Zoila Mooney every day, and even, made me meet someone vicious...
"But I realize now that everything in the past was my own inability to fight, my own inability to polish my eyes to see who is real around me...
"Luckily, I finally meet you."
"After meeting you, I never felt bad about fate again."
She said softly, the light of the fire jumping on her cheeks.
The whole room was dark when the pomp was removed, and only the red heart-shaped cake kept emitting light. It reflected her whole being up like a dream.
"You are the one who finally gave me something to cherish and be proud of in a life that was like a humble ant.
"And yet, I find that until now, there is still very, very little I can do for you.
"But I’m only 19 years old, and for the next 80 years, every year, every one of your birthdays, I won’t be absent, just like today.
"I’ll do my best to give you the best love I can."
"Thank you for loving me like this. Happy birthday, my husband!"
When the words fell, it was like a repeat button had been pressed, imprinted deep into Zachary’s heart.
There were many people in this world who pleased him, and many who were willing to put their hearts into it for him.
But since his mom jumped to her death, he seemed to have taken to ignoring everyone else, whether they were ingratiating or really meant it.
Only, Yvonne.
The woman he loved so deeply and who loved him just as deeply. She moved, put her heart and soul into him, which would be meaningful and able to make him feel truly warm.
The man stepped forward and took her hard into his arms!
Even, he wanted to nestle her into himself.
Yvonne felt the stiffness under his muscles and realized that tears had slipped past the corners of her eyes as well, and she wiped them with her hand before patting him on the back.
"What’s wrong...? Oops, you’re not moved to tears, are you...?"
"No." He said.
"But you..."
"I just want to hold you like this."
Yvonne pursed her lips.
"Then... You hold it, it’s your birthday, you call the shots. Humph."
She said, a full smile spreading across her face.
Now, the entire ballroom was just the two of them, and the waiters were off duty.
This moment was completely theirs.
Yvonne also embraced Zachary back.
"Did you make the cake?"
"Yes," Yvonne answered.
"How many times did you fail?"
"Uh... hey, not much," Yvonne counted with her fingers, "just thirty or forty times."
...
"How many times?"
"Thirty or forty times..."
"Yvonne," Zachary looked at her, "where do you get so much time?"
"So, you were crying out every night that you were tired and refused me, it was all because you were tired of making cakes?"
"Not at all!" Yvonne said, "I started preparing a month in advance, making one a day, exactly thirty a month, and today is the first time I succeeded!"
"What about the ones that failed before?"
"Ah, those... were given to our son and daughter."
"Yvonne!" Zachary got angry, "How dare you give our children failed cake!"
Yvonne talked back, "What? It’s not poisonous, it’s just not that good-looking."
She found out that Zachary really loved to spoil the children, especially Angela.
Although the cake tasted the same, Zachary was still unhappy to hear that it was a "failure".
Especially his baby girl, how could she eat the "unsuccessful" cake.
"So even the two of them know you’ve been preparing this month?"
"Well, kind of..." Yvonne said.
Zachary gave her a fierce scratch on the nose, "Good for you guys, actually hiding it from me together?" After saying that, he picked her up across the air.
"Ah, what do you mean by hiding it from you, we’re the ones who collectively surprised you, okay? You nonetheless don’t know how to be grateful... Hey, what are you doing? Zachary, this is in..."
Next, amorous air filled in this room.
In the ballroom, there vaguely seemed to be movement.
The older woman passing by the corridor couldn’t help but glance inside and say to another older woman, "Hey, did you just hear something?"
The other older woman said, "Heard what?"
"Well... there seems to be a ghostly noise."
"Ghosts, my ass! There is no ghost! Don’t be so superstitious. Our middle-aged reputation is tarnished by people like you!"
The older woman who heard Yvonne’s shout was aggrieved, "I really heard it... Moreover, didn’t you say that a painting disappeared out of thin air today, it was
scary."
The man said, "You’re really superstitious. The painting was found. A woman who was jealous of Mrs. Leinster sent someone to steal it! The police are arresting people! There’s no such thing as a ghost."
"What? Stolen?"
"Yeah, I didn’t think that girl who looks pretty and she is on TV! Now she’s going to be looked down upon by everyone!"
"What about Mr. and Mrs. Leinster? What did they say?"
"What can they say? The police should do what they can, the young couple is in a good relationship."
Indeed, Zachary and Yvonne did have an incredibly good relationship. Poor Julia Watkins, she was despised by even the cleaner. *
Over here, the man and the woman were in a tender and hot mood, but over there, Julia Watkins was having a hard time.
And she didn’t think it would be revealed tonight.
She quickly contacted her own people to take her out of Hiltonan overnight and take a private jet to Arcus.
But even if it was a private jet, she still had to go to the airport.
Julia Watkins was at the airport and was under police control before she could even board the plane.
"Miss Watkins, we suspect you are involved in a theft case, please come with us."
To say that she was suspected was already polite, and the evidence of Julia Watkins’ guilt was already ironclad.
But Julia Watkins actually still wailed at this time: "Theft case? Officer, did you guys make a mistake? I’m the one who’s going to fly on a private jet! I’m so rich, how could I steal?"