Chapter 1150:


    Unaware of the storm brewing behind her, Yvonne had merely remarked to Norton that the earrings matched her gown’s green hue. Norton, ever indulgent, had nodded and bid without a second thought.


    After a few more half-hearted bids on other items, the couple slipped out of the auction early, Yvonne’sughter trailing behind them. Shelly’s existence barely registered in Yvonne’s mind.


    But for Shelly, hatred consumed her. Yvonne’s face haunted her thoughts, fueling schemes of retribution that found no outlet. Her career, meanwhile, frayed her nerves further. The pressure mounted, leaving her irritable and unraveling.


    “Miss Tucker, what’s wrong today?” the photographer sighed, lowering his camera after another botched shot. “You seem miles away. Let’s try again.”


    Shelly gripped the edge of her prop chair, forcing her focus. Her eyes drifted across the studio to Jillian Evans, whose poised movements and radiant smile dominated the neighboring set.


    Jillian’s star was rising, eclipsing Shelly’s own.


    The realization gnawed at her, spiking her anxiety.


    After several more failed attempts, the photographer threw up his hands. “Miss Tucker, let’s call it a day. We can reschedule.”


    Defeated, Shelly gathered her things and left the studio.


    Outside, she noticed Jillian’s absence—her shoot had already wrapped. Frustration churned in Shelly’s gut as she headed to her hotel, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement.


    At the hotel’s entrance, a familiar figure caught her eye.


    Curiosity piqued, she slowed her pace, trailing discreetly. It was Jillian, arm in arm with a man whose face tugged at Shelly’s memory.


    She followed them to the elevators, ducking behind a marble pir just as the doors began to close. What she saw next stopped her breath.


    Inside the elevator, Jillian and the man locked in a fervent kiss, their hands roaming with reckless abandon. Shelly’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. Recognition hit her like a jolt: it was Alexis Gibson, a prominent figure at Horizon Entertainment. But everyone knew Alexis was married—to a woman, the fierce power behind thepany.


    The industry whispered about his devotion to her, calling him the perfect, obedient husband.


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    Shelly’s mind raced. So, Alexis was Jillian’s secret benefactor, bankrolling her meteoric rise. The pieces clicked into ce—Jillian’s sudden sess made sense now.


    As the elevator doors sealed shut, a wicked idea sparked in Shelly’s mind, a n that could topple both Jillian and Yvonne in one devastating blow. Exhration surged through her. She wasted no time, slipping her phone from her purse to arrange for someone to shadow Jillian’s every move. Simultaneously, she began plotting her next strike against Yvonne, her thoughts a whirlwind of cunning and ambition.


    Meanwhile, Yvonne’s life flowed effortlessly. Her work thrived, and Norton’s attentiveness grew warmer, his gestures more tender.


    Yvonne had envisioned azy day off, curled up with Norton in the quiet hum of her apartment. But Margie’s phone call shattered that n with the force of a summer storm.


    “Yvonne, you will not believe what happened!” Margie’s voice crackled through the receiver, brimming with joy. “I scored a free meal voucher for Zevis! That fancy restaurant downtown! Can youe with me? Pretty please?”


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