It was Monday again.


    Instead of going straight to school, Yvonne first went to the hospital. She handed the hair samples from George and Queena to ab technician and requested a DNA paternity test. Afterward, she took a taxi to a luxury hotel downtown.


    She had done her research. The crime thriller directed by the famous Mr. Turner, which George and Queena had mentioned, was holding auditions today at the Sunlight Hotel.


    Yvonne had been diligently studying acting basics recently and had a solid grasp of the fundamentals. The role she was auditioning for was a female police officer—a part she felt she was born to y. There was no pressure; it was practically typecasting.


    If she couldnd this role, she could logically sign with Nexus Media and be one of their artists. Once inside thepany, it would only be a matter of time before she found an opportunity to investigate George.


    When Yvonne arrived at the audition, the room was packed with aspiring actors. It was a film by a renowned director, so even a minor role was fiercely contested.


    As Yvonne was asking a crew member about the audition process, a sharp, mocking voice cut through the air behind her. "Well, look what we have here. Is that Yvonne auditioning? Since when does Mr. Turner''s set let any Tom, Dick, or Harry wander in?"


    Yvonne turned to see Queena making a grand entrance, nked by an entourage. Though not much of a star herself, she certainly put on all the airs,plete with assistants, bodyguards, and a personal makeup artist.


    Luna, trailing at Queena''s side, added to the mockery. "Look at you, all timid and pathetic. They wouldn''t even cast you as an extra. And you have the audacity to call yourself the Spencer heiress. Our Queena is Mr. Turner''s top choice for the female lead. Who do you think you are?"


    Yvonne shot Luna a dismissive nce, not bothering to engage. Instead, she addressed Queena directly. "You certainly have a lot of dogs at your beck and call, Queena. Get rid of two, and another one shows up. I hope this one''s more loyal than thest."


    "Are you calling me a dog?" Luna red.


    "Not so dumb after all. You figured it out," Yvonne sneered.


    "You" Luna started to retort, but Queena stopped her.


    The room was filled with artists from various agencies, and many eyes were already on them Queena didn''t want to provoke the lunatic Yvonne and cause a scene that would embarrass them both.


    "Let it go, Luna. We''re here to audition. Don''t let irrelevant people waste our time," Queena said, then turned to the crew member.


    "Ms. Spencer, Mr. Zade has already given instructions. This way, please," the staff member said respectfully, leading Queena into the audition room.


    Everyone else had to wait in line. But Queena, as Nexus Media''s favored princess with powerful backing received special treatment. She was the first actress to audition for the lead role that day.


    Mr. Turner didn''t give her a hard time. He had a veteran actor run through two scenes with her.


    Queena''s acting skills were decent for a young starlet. However, with her delicate, ingenue-like features, shecked themanding presence of a police officer and didn''t fit the lead''s image at all.


    "Ms. Spencer, I don''t think the lead role is right for you. You might consider the second female lead," Mr. Turner suggested tactfully.


    But Queena, ever arrogant, wouldn''t deign to ept a supporting role. She nced instinctively at Mr. Zade, the producer.


    Mr. Zade was George''s man, and he naturally sided with Queena. "Mr. Turner, Queena''s beauty and talent are undeniable. ying a supporting role would be a waste..."