Her newfound fame had earned Yvonne an invitation to the opening ceremony of the Istra Film Festival. Her agent, Sandra Garcia, was helping her choose a dress for the red carpet.


    Yvonne''s striking, fox-like eyes gave her a naturally morous look. Toplement her youth, Sandra had selected a puffy,vender-pink dress paired with a simple pearl ne. The scar removal surgery had left her skin wless and radiant. In the dress, she looked like a cherished princess-proud and elegant, yet still retaining an air of innocence.


    The sight of her made Queena''s eyes burn with jealousy. She wanted nothing more than to tear that dress to shreds.


    Yvonne was equally surprised to see Megan out of jail.


    "Surprised to see me out so soon, you little tramp?” Megan sneered. "You thought you could put me in prison? You don''t have what it takes."


    "Is that so? We''ll see who gets thestugh," Yvonne replied with a cold smile. She was familiar with police procedure; George didn''t have the power to make the case disappear. This was just a temporary bail.


    "Yvonne, Mom raised you for a dozen years,” Queena began, adopting her condescending older sister tone. "How could you be so ungrateful as to frame her?" She looked Yvonne up and down. “That dress is hideous on you. It makes you look cheap and frumpy. You should return it and use the money to buy Mom a diamond ne as an apology. She''s a forgiving person. Then, we can take care of her together."


    Yvonne let out a short, sharpugh. "What did you just call her? Mom? Does Teresa know you''re being so loving and filial to your birth mother?"


    "Don''t try to stir up trouble, Yvonne," Queena scoffed. "Even if Mom found out, she''d just praise me for being kind andpassionate." After all, Teresa was easy to fool. Her, George, and Megan had been ying house right under Teresa''s nose for years without her suspecting a thing. The fool had even thought Queena and George were having an affair and caused a massive scene at the hospital, only to be berated by George and sent away in shame. It was hrious.


    "Fine. Be a good daughter to your mother," Yvonne said with a smirk. "Just don''t forget to bring her meals in prison every day she tuned her back on them and walked into the fitting room.


    She changed out of the dress and gave it to the sales associate to be wrapped When she emerged


    Megan and Queena were gone. Only Sandra was there, pacing anxiously.


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    Yvonne snorted. "He''s probably going to plead for his old me. Don''t worry, I can handle it."


    They went to the Nexus Media headquarters. George was waiting for them in his office, his face a thundercloud.


    "Chairman Spencer, I''ve brought Ms. Jones," Sandra said respectfully after knocking.


    George just grunted and waved a dismissive hand at her.


    “I''ll go get you both some coffee,” Sandra said, taking the hint. She gave Yvonne a worried look before quietly exiting the office.


    Yvonne, however, made herself at home, sinking into therge leather sofa and crossing her legs. "You wanted to see me?"


    "You ungrateful monster! Megan worked her fingers to the bone to raise you, and instead of being thankful, you frame her for ckmail!"