Jenna Roland cast a cold glance at Yvonne Valois. "Did you hear that? He denied it himself."

Yvonne's chest heaved violently, her nails digging deep into her palms. Ethan Roscente's denial was like a bucket of ice water extinguishing her last flicker of hope.

She finally understood—she had lost completely.

Not only had she lost Lucien Valois, but she was about to destroy her family's business with her own hands.

Her knees suddenly gave way, and she collapsed heavily before Jenna. As her forehead touched the floor, tears splashed onto the tiles.

Stella Laurent tugged worriedly at Jenna's sleeve. "She's—"

"She brought this upon herself." Jenna's expression remained impassive as she watched Yvonne stagger away.

A glint of satisfaction flashed in Sylvia Savigny's eyes as she linked arms with Jenna. "Dinner's on me tonight. Order whatever you want."

"What about Vincent and the others?" Jenna asked with a smile.

"Of course they're coming." Sylvia grinned. "Let's go change first. See you this afternoon."

After seeing the sisters home, Jenna arranged for Vincent Roland and his team to rest.

By 6:30 PM, the private room at Mr. Chow was filled with mouthwatering aromas.

Just as Jenna picked up her chopsticks, her phone vibrated.

"Where are you?" Ethan's deep voice came through the receiver.

She suddenly remembered she'd forgotten to check in. "I'm having dinner with Sylvia. Want me to bring you something?"

"Don't bother. I brought braised pork knuckles."

Hanging up, Jenna noticed Sylvia giving her a hesitant look.

"What's wrong?"

Sylvia set down her chopsticks. "There's something..."

Stella cut in bluntly: "We looked into it. Ethan really—"

"It must be a misunderstanding." Jenna interrupted firmly. "He denied it himself."