"Doesn''t she have a mouth? Why does she need you to be her mouthpiece?" Yvonne retorted, her gaze sharp.


    Jeffrey sighed, adopting a tone that was both weary and patronizing. "Queena has lived in this family for over a decade. To suddenly find out she''s not a real Spencer, that she has to share her parents'' love with someone else... it''s understandable that she''d feel hurt. Yvonne, we''re a family. Why do we have to bicker over every little thing? A harmonious family brings prosperity. Isn''t that what we all want?"


    "I was beaten and abused by Queena''s biological mother for more than a decade, and I''m not the one feeling hurt. She enjoyed a life of luxury as a Spencer for all those years, and she''s the one who feels wronged?" Yvonne looked up at him, her beautiful eyes bright with irony. "Jeffrey, don''t stand there ying the peacemaker. I''m not letting Queena off the hook."


    The original Yvonne had died, in part, because of Queena. Now that Yvonne inhabited her body, she would see that justice was served.


    "You... you''re beingpletely unreasonable," Jeffrey sputtered, his face flushing


    with anger.


    "Is there anything else?" Yvonne asked coldly.


    Jeffrey''s lips thinned as he hesitated, debating whether to give her the paper in his hand. After a moment, he held out a surgical consent form as if bestowing a great favor. "The filming environment in Vexel is harsh. Your body might not be able to handle it. You should have the surgery first. It''s a minor procedure; you''ll be out of the hospital in a week."


    Yvonne nced at the form, took it from his hand, and calmly tore it in half.


    "Yvonne!" Jeffrey stared at her, furious.


    "Jeffrey, are you doing this because you''re genuinely concerned about me? Or is it because you feel guilty, and you think making this token gesture will ease your conscience?" Yvonne dropped the shredded paper into the trash can. "Let me be clear. If I''m not feeling good, why should I let you?"


    If Jeffrey truly wanted to atone, he should be doing it for the girl who was already dead.


    "You''re just... ungrateful," he


    snapped. He felt he had extended an olive branch, and she should have epted it with gratitude, even forgiveness. The original Yvonne would have, desperate for any serap of affection. But this Yvonne didn''t need it.


    "Is there anything else? If not, please leave. You''re interrupting my work," she said, dismissing him with an icy finality.


    Jeffrey stormed out, mming the door behind him.


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    Production on Mr. Turner''s new film was set to begin in a month, but the cast was required to be on set two weeks early for training Sandra in her rate as Yvonne''s manager, was personally apanying her on the flight to Vexel.


    "You''re a top manager. What does George think about you personally flying to Vexel with me?" Yvonne askedzily, reclining in her first-ss seat and gazing out at the clouds.


    Sandra, who was reviewing some documents, replied without looking up, "Chairman Spencer personally instructed me to ''take good care'' of you."


    Yvonne let out her signature cold sneer.


    Sandra looked at her, seeming to hesitate.


    "If you have something to say, just say it. I don''t like it when people beat around the bush," Yvonne said.


    Sandra sighed and decided to be


    direct. "In the original script for Mr. Turner''s film, your character was the female lead, and Queena''s was a supporting role. However, Mr.. Gonzalez has since invested an


    additional hundred million into the production Queena bought her way in, her role has been significantly expanded, and she''s been given top billing."


    Sandra''s gaze was tinged with sympathy.