Chapter 258

After cruising for the entire morning, the yacht docked at a private island.
The island was another one of the Thompson family’s properties and was not open to the public.
It was covered in lush vegetation, with a natural sandy beach, a villa, and a swimming pool.
Yolanda and Queena changed into bikinis and went for a swim in the villa’s pool.
Yvonne wasn’t interested in the pool. She changed into a wetsuit and went diving with Oscar and Bennett.
The three of them went into the water together and resurfaced together.
As Yvonne broke the surface, she habitually pulled off her hood and goggles. Her long hair cascaded around her, making her look like a mermaid who had wandered into the human world.
“Do you dive often, Ms. Jones? You’re quite skilled,” Oscar complimented her.
“Not really. Must be a natural talent,” Yvonne replied casually, swimming towards the shore.
Once on land, she peeled off her wetsuit, threw on a sun jacket, and tied her hair into a casual ponytail. The change in her demeanor was striking-a combination of beauty and cool confidence.
Oscar watched her with narrowed eyes, forced to admit that Yvonne possessed a captivating charm beyond just her looks.
“Bennett, Oscar,” Yolanda called out, waving at them. She and the others had finished their swim and changed their clothes.
There were only a couple of staff members at the villa, responsible for cleaning and maintenance.
By now, they had set up a barbecue grill in the yard, with all the ingredients prepared.
Thomas was already sitting by the grill, sleeves rolled up, and had started cooking the meat.
Bennett, with his shirt cuffs rolled up, went over to help. Oscar was in charge of passing them the food.
The three women sat at the table, their only job to eat.
To be honest, it was awkward for Yvonne to be sitting with Queena and Yolanda.
Queena was unusually subdued,
barely speaking for fear of saying the wrong thing and facing repercussions from the Rogers family. Yvonne had nothing to say to either of them.
Yolanda, with her high opinion of herself, didn’t deign to give Yvonne or Queena the time of day when the men weren’t around not even sparing them a glance.
Thomas proved to be a surprisingly good cook. He brought over skewers of meat grilled fish, and shrimp. The
staff als
falso brought out decanted red wine and chilled beer from the villa’s cettar.

The three men joined them at the table, opened the drinks, and started chatting as they drank.
Thomas gallantly served Yvonne some skewers and grilled fish.
Yvonne thanked him politely and began to eat.
“Just eating and drinking is a bit boring. Want to play a game?” Thomas suggested.
“Sure,” Oscar agreed.
Bennett didn’t object, which was taken as silent consent.
“Okay, what should we play?” Yolanda asked cooperatively.
“Truth or Dare,” Thomas said, grabbing an empty beer bottle and giving it a hard spin.
The bottle spun on the table, gradually slowing down until its mouth pointed at Yolanda.
Thomas looked at her. “Truth or Dare, Yolanda, which do you choose?”
“Dare,” Yolanda replied after a slight pause.
Thomas smiled, glanced at Bennett, then winked at Yolanda. “Choose a man present and give him a passionate kiss for three minutes.”
Yvonne’s eyes remained downcast as she bit into her skewer, but her knuckles turned white from gripping it too tightly.
Oscar, sitting opposite Yolanda, watched her with a dark, unreadable expression. Yolanda’s cheeks flushed. She turned to Bennett beside her, too shy to speak.