“This is Hannah, the girl-next-door type. Mr. Ward, weren''t you just saying how lovely she is, and what a fine actress?" With that, Ms. Jane pushed Hannah toward Mr. Ward.


    Hannah, seemingly ustomed to such scenes, smiled sweetly, filled a ss, and toasted Mr. Ward before gracefully sitting down beside him.


    Mr. Ward''s handnded on her bare thigh, rubbing it suggestively.


    "Oh, Mr. Ward, you''re terrible," Hannah chided, yfully removing his hand from her leg. It was clear she was an expert at handling these situations.


    Mr. Ward wasn''t offended. He justughed heartily and drained his ss.


    Next, Ms. Jane guided the other actresses to the men present. Since Yvonne was standing at the back, she was thest to be introduced.


    "And this is Yvonne, our rising star. She''s incredibly popr right now, with a legion of admirers," Ms. Jane said, then gestured to the empty seat next to Darcy Rogers.


    "There''s a spot next to Mr. Rogers. Yvonne, why don''t you sit there?"


    When Ms. Jane finished speaking, Yvonne didn''t move. She just stood there, looking at the director with a cold smile.


    No matter how slow she was on the uptake, she could see it now. The talented, celebrated director also moonlighted as a madam.


    It seemed the rot in this industry went far deeper than just Nexus Media.


    Seeing Yvonne standing motionless, Ms. Jane grew slightly annoyed. She''d never met such a clueless young actress before.


    “The girl is just shy," Ms. Jane said with augh, grabbing Yvonne''s arm. She leaned in close and whispered a threat in her ear, "Yvonne, have you not woken up to reality yet? The Spencer family is finished. Stop acting like a princess. Thatpany you and your agent started won''t survive being crushed by real money.”


    “Is that a threat?" Yvonne raised an eyebrow, a chill in her beautiful, fox-like eyes.


    "Not a threat, just a reminder," Ms. Jane said, patting Yvonne''s hand affectionately, though her tone was cold and menacing "Listen, girl, if you want to make it in this busmess, you need to know when to y the game."


    Ms. Jane shot Yvonne a warning look, silently urging her to go sit down.


    Mr. Rogers had a thing for striking beauties, and Yvonne''s captivating eyes would surely mesmerize him.


    "Ms. Jane, you''ve seen what I can do. If I were to lose my temper and beat Mr Darcy Rogers''s handsome. Cento a bloody pulp, I wonder if you''d be implicated."


    Yvonne''s lips curved into a smile, but her enchanting eyes held a murderous glint.


    A shiver ran down Ms. Jane''s spine. Just as she was beginning to regret bringing her, Yvonne was already striding gracefully in her high heels toward Darcy.


    She''d been wondering how to get closer to the Rogers family to investigate them. This was a golden opportunity.


    Darcy, meanwhile, sat with his legs crossed, chin tilted up arrogantly, sizing Yvonne up.


    His eyes raked over her from head to toe before a wicked smile spread across his face. He seemed quite satisfied with what he saw.


    “Sit,” Darcy said, patting the spot next to him.


    Yvonne sat down beside him but couldn''t be bothered to look at him.


    Instead, she reached for an unopened can of soda from the coffee table, popped it open, and began to drink slowly.


    Darcy turned his head, squinting at her with a smirk, and draped his arm around her shoulders.


    Yvonne''s hand, holding the can, paused for a fraction of a second She turned her head slightly castmg. a cold nce at the roaming hand on her shoulder. "Get your hand off me"