"Who allowed you toe to thepany? And what''s this about you making a scene at the entrance? Have you no shame?"


    "What did I say? That Queena is an imposter? That''s not nonsense; it''s a fact. The ones who should be ashamed are the kidnapper who stole me and the usurper who took my identity. I''m the victim. What do I have to be ashamed of?"


    Yvonne sauntered over to the sofa opposite George''s desk, sat down, and casually crossed her legs. She then turned to Sandra, who was standing nearby. "Sandra, could you please get me a coffee? A cappino, double shot, no sugar. Thank you."


    "Of course, Miss." Seeing how effortlessly Yvonne handled George, Sandra suppressed a smile and left the room.


    "Why did you suddenly show up here today? What do you want?" George asked coldly once they were alone.


    "Oh, I want to be an artist signed with thepany. That way, I can sign the contract for Mr. Turner''s film as a Nexus Media talent. Dad, I''m your biological daughter. If I be famous, I''ll make money for thepany too. We should keep it in the family, right?"


    George was taken aback. He hadn''t expected her to want to be an actress. He figured she was just trying topete with Queena again, foolishly thinking that getting signed would grant her the same ess to resources. This idiot still hadn''t learned her ce.


    But he wouldn''t refuse her. Having her under contract would make her easier to control. If she got out of line, he could simply shelve her career indefinitely.


    "Fine, you can be a signed artist. But once you do, you will follow thepany''s arrangements."


    "Sounds good," Yvonne agreed nonchntly.


    Just then, Sandra knocked and entered with a tray. On it was a cappino for Yvonne and George''s usual tea.


    "Sandra, bring her an artist contract. From now on, she''s a new talentin thepany. You''ll manage her for the time being, George instructed, subtly giving Sandra a pointed look as he took his tea.


    "Yes, Chairman Spencer," Sandra replied. She quickly retrieved a contract and handed it to Yvonne.


    Without even ncing at it, Yvonne flipped to thest page and picked up a pen.


    "Ms. Jones, aren''t you going to read the terms?" Sandra suddenly interjected. The moment she spoke, she felt George''s cold re on her, a clear reprimand for her interference.


    But Yvonne paid her no mind, signing her name with a flourish. "It''s a contract from my father. What''s there to see? A father wouldnt trick his own daughter, would he? Even a vicious tiger won''t eat its own cubs. If my dad were to scam me, he''d be worse than an animal."


    She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, but George couldn''t shake the feeling


    that she was insulting him.


    He took the signed contract, his


    fingers tapping lightly on the paper as if he now held her fate in his now hands. "Since you''ve signed, you are now apany artist and must follow orders Mr. Turner''s film isn''t a good fit for you. Thepany will withdraw you from the project and give the role back to Queena," he dered righteously.


    Yvonne let out a coldugh. He still hadn''t given up on getting the role for his bastard daughter.


    "Even if I withdraw, the lead role won''t go to Queena. Has she looked in a mirrortely? She doesn''t have what it takes-"


    "Shut your mouth! Who do you think you''re talking to? Have you no respect for your elders?" Enraged, George snatched the teacup from his desk and hurled it at her.