Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 472

"She's just a bargaining chip I'm bringing home as a decoration. Once I'm the heir to the Thompson Group and the future richest man, I can have as many women as I want," Eden snorted.

Vanessa nodded in agreement.

Only a love-struck fool like Bennett would give up an asset like the Walker family for a little starlet. No matter how smart he is, he's still ruled by his lust.

After nearly an hour, the car pulled into a villa complex.

Eden owned a villa here.

Now that Vanessa and her family were back, Eden let them stay there. Mrs. Thompson Sr., not wanting to return to the nursing home just yet, also stayed with them.

The three-story villa was fully furnished but had been vacant for some time.

Andy ran up and down the stairs.

And meanwhile, the Thompson family dinner had just concluded.

Bennett was called into the study by Mr. Thompson Sr. to play a couple of games of chess.

As they played, the grandfather and grandson discussed military affairs. Mr. Thompson Sr. had high hopes for his capable grandson.

At his age, it was unlikely Tobias would advance any further in his career, especially since he held an administrative post with little real power.

Bennett, on the other hand, was in the prime of his career, on a clear upward trajectory, and held tangible military authority.

Over the past two years, Mr. Thompson Sr. had been gradually transferring his network and connections to Bennett, paving the way for his future.

Mr. Thompson Sr. had a habit of taking an afternoon nap, so after two games, Bennett took his leave.

He left the military compound and drove straight back to the base.

The phone rang a few times before it was answered. The background on her end was noisy.

"Still up this late?" Bennett asked.

"Yeah, Sandra and I are setting off some fireworks downstairs," Yvonne's voice, laced with laughter, came through the phone. "What about you? What are you doing?"

"Just finished up. About to get some rest," Bennett said, unconsciously loosening the olive-drab tie around his neck.

"Have you been drinking?" Yvonne asked suddenly.

"How could you tell?" Bennett chuckled softly.

"Your voice is deeper than usual, and your breathing is a little heavy," Yvonne said. Having grown up together, she knew him all too well.