"Yvonne, are you really going to be the lead in Mr. Turner''s new movie? That''s amazing!"


    "So you really are the Spencers'' real daughter? Why didn''t you say anything before? You''re so low-key."


    The girls chattered excitedly, giving Yvonne a headache. She offered a few vague replies before grabbing her lunchbox and heading out.


    She hadn''t eaten yet, so she went to the school cafeteria and got a te of rice with a few side dishes. As she was about to eat, her phone buzzed on the table. The caller ID showed George''s name.


    She didn''t need to guess. Queena must have run home to tattle, and George was calling to scold her.


    Yvonne held her fork in one hand and answered the phone with the other. Just as she expected, George''s furious roar erupted from the speaker.


    "Who gave you permission to audition for Mr. Turner''s film? You''re a student! You should be focusing on your studies. What kind of trouble are you trying to stir up now?"


    "Queena is a student too. Why can she go, but I can''t?" Yvonne asked calmly, taking a bite of her food.


    "How can youpare yourself to Queena!" he shouted. "Ever since you came back to this family, you''ve beenpeting with her over everything. You took her room, you took the ne Matthew gave her, and now you''ve stolen her role. She may be your sister, but she''s only a few days older. She''s not obligated to give you everything."


    Yvonne''s lips curled into a cold sneer. George really was protective of his illegitimate daughter.


    "You''re right, I can''tpare myself to her. How could a bastard like her ever be my equal? If she hadn''t been the cuckoo in my nest, everything she has now would have been mine. I wouldn''t need her to ''give'' me anything."


    "Shut your mouth! You have no manners! Who gave you the right to speak about your sister that way?" George''s voice was trembling with Tage. Inordering you to give the role back to Queena. If you don''t, I''ll disown you. You will never set foot in the Spencer house again."


    "Mr. Spencer, have you been drinking? Are you out of your mind? I earned this role


    fair and square. Why should I give it to her? I''m not obligated to indulge her every whim. I''m not her mother!"


    Yvonne finished thest bite of her food, delivered her scathing retort, and hung up the phone.


    With a full stomach, she returned to the dorm. Queena wasn''t there, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious. Tina even struck up a conversation with her, her toneced with a newfound respect Yvonne couldn''t be bothered and just gave her a few nomittal responses.


    The next day, Yvonne skipped ss, telling her advisor she had severe menstrual cramps. She took a taxi from the school to the Nexus Media headquarters.


    She had secured Mr. Turner''s role more easily than expected. The next step was to get inside the Spencer family''spany.


    However, Yvonne, the true Ms. Spencer, couldn''t even get past the front door of Nexus Media. She was stopped by security and the receptionist.


    "Hello, miss. Who are you here to see?"


    "George Spencer," Yvonne said, using his full name.


    "Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked.


    "Do I need an appointment to see my own father?" Yvonne retorted, raising an eyebrow. She tilted her chin up, perfectly ying the part of a spoiled, willful heiress.


    "You''re Chairman Spencer''s


    daughter?" The receptionist''s initial


    surprise quickly turned to disdain.


    "Miss, if you''re going to lie, at least make it believable. Everyone knows Chairman Spencer only has one daughter, Ms Queena Speftcer She''s a famous actress. Even if we


    haven''t met her in person, we''ve seen her on screen, and she looks nothing like you."