Chapter 754
Chapter 754:
Bernice nodded, her usual carefree demeanor now clouded with worry. “Why not come stay with us?” she suggested earnestly.
Though Bernice was merely a guest at Callum’s house herself, she was confident neither he nor Yelena would object.
As she spoke, her gaze instinctively shifted toward Yelena, silently seeking her input.
Tessa shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Thank you, but my mom’s waiting for me at home p>
Fear might have gripped her heart, but the thought of leaving her mother alone was unthinkable. If anything were to happen, Tessa wanted to be there to protect her.
Bernice scratched her head, thinking. “Then why not bring your mom along too p>
“No need for that,” Yelena interjected firmly.
“Why not?” Bernice asked, puzzled.
Yelena’s expression softened as she explained, “The last time I visited Tessa’s place, I noticed someone following her. So, I arranged for people to keep an eye on the area. She’ll be fine p>
Tessa’s eyes widened in surprise. “No wonder I mentioned noticing something odd nearby, and you brushed it off like it was nothing. You’d already set up protection for me p>
Yelena nodded matter-of-factly. “That guy seemed like trouble, so I took precautions p>
“Thank you,” Tessa said sincerely, gratitude evident in her voice as she looked at Yelena.
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As the evening wound down, everyone began preparing to leave. “If anything happens, make sure to call Yelena,” Bernice reminded Tessa with a grin.
Yelena crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “You’re awfully good at keeping me on my toes, Bernice p>
Bernice offered a sheepish smile. “That’s because you’re the most capable one here p>
“So I should take that as a compliment?” Yelena asked dryly.
Bernice nodded enthusiastically, her grin unabashed. “Of course! Haven’t I showered you with enough praise already? If not, I’ll double it—no, triple it—and sing your praises every single day p>
Yelena groaned, throwing up her hands. “Please… That’s already more than I can handle p>
She knew Bernice meant well, but the constant flattery was starting to grate on her nerves.
Meanwhile, Maggie stood at the door of Austin’s study, phone in hand. She knocked before pushing the door open without waiting for a response. “Son, come here,” she called, a hint of urgency in her voice. Austin looked up from his desk, raising an eyebrow. “What’s going on p>
Maggie marched in, her expression mischievous. “Take a look at this—your future wife is about to be swept off her feet by an army of admirers p>
Austin chuckled, his amusement evident. “What do you mean? Yelena isn’t an auction item to be divided among a crowd p>
Undeterred, Maggie handed him her phone.