Yvonne sidestepped the projectile with ease. She rose from the sofa, her eyes glinting with cold amusement as she looked at George.


    "Dad, I''m your biological daughter, yet you favor an adopted one with no blood ties. Is there something going on between you two?"


    "You... What nonsense are you spouting!" George trembled with fury.


    "I hope for your sake there is, because if there isn''t, Mom is never going to forgive you for this," Yvonne said, then turned and walked toward the door. Just as she reached it, she paused and looked back at Sandra. "Sandra, be a dear and go sign the contract with Mr. Turner''s production team for me. Because if I don''t get this lead role, I''ll make sure everyone knows the chairman of Nexus Media is sleeping with his adoptive daughter. Let''s see how the Spencer family''s reputation holds up then!"


    With that, she clicked her heels and walked out, leaving a trail of silent fury behind her.


    "Insolent girl! You insolent brat!" George roared at the empty doorway.


    Sandra had no desire to stick around for his tirade. She followed Yvonne out of the office. "Ms. Jones, you don''t have a key card. I''ll see you out."


    Once again, they stood together in the elevator as it descended.


    "Sandra, you warned me because there was a trap in the contract, wasn''t there?" Yvonne asked softly.


    Sandra nodded, her expression unreadable but for a hint of derision in her eyes. "Yes. The artist contracts at Nexus Media have ruined many naive young talents. Your father''spany isn''t as morous as it seems. Be careful."


    "I will. Thank you," Yvonne said, her beautiful eyes curving into a deceptively innocent smile. "Yvonne said you were a good person. She was right."


    Sandra''s hands, hanging at her sides, curled into fists. "What... what else did she say about me?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion.


    The smile vanished from Yvonne''s face. Her gaze grew serious. "She said she hoped that one day, you could berades-in-arms again, fighting side-by-side."


    "Did she really say that?" Sandra grabbed Yvonne''s hand, her eyes red as she searched Yvonne''s face.


    "Yes," Yvonne replied, nodding solemnly.


    Though she didn''t know why Sandra was at Nexus Media, Yvonne knew one thing for certain: Sandra was an ally she could always trust.


    After leaving thepany, Yvonne returned to school and focused on her sses. On Friday, she received the paternity test results from th hospital. They confirmed that George was Queenascal father.


    So it was true. No wonder he doted on her so much.


    Yvonne filed the report away, saying nothing.


    That weekend,


    she went home as


    usual. The moment she walked through the door, she heard quiet sobbinging from the living room Queena was on the sofa, dabbing at her eyes, while George and Teresa hovered over her,forting her in soft voices.


    When Teresa Saw Yvonne, she frowned instinctively. "Yvonne, you are so thoughtless. If you want to be a star, you can just tell your father and me. He can arrange suitable roles for you. How could you steak your sister''s part? Do you have any idea how hard she worked for it? She doesn''t have the heart to me you, so she just cries by herself. Your father has been so upset he hasn''t slept in nights, and his stomach problems are acting up again... Did youe back to this family just to cause chaos?"