"Who gave you permission to enter my study! Get out!" Oscar instinctively shoved the photo of Flora and the ultrasound scan back into the drawer and roared at Queena.
Queena flinched, her body trembling uncontrobly. The soup tureen in her hands slipped, crashing to the floor. Hot soup sshed onto her calves, and she cried out in pain.
"Ah!"
The sound brought the maids from downstairs running. Seeing the mess, they quickly and efficiently cleaned it up, not wanting to draw Oscar''s wrath.
Only after the floor was spotless did Oscar emerge from the study.
He walked up to Queena and squinted at her, his expression unreadable.
"I''ve invited some friends to the beach this weekend. Do you want to go?"
He phrased it like a question, but Queena knew she had no say in the matter. She could only nod frantically.
"Good girl. Then I''ll take you out to get some fresh air," Oscar said, gently patting Queena''s head. But there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.
After Ms. Jane''s show wrapped, Yvonne seamlessly transitioned to a major outdoor reality TV show. With her current poprity, there was no shortage of work.
Yvonne flew to Evon for a week of filming before returning to Istra.
The moment the nended, Yvonne switched on her phone and received a call from Thomas.
"Back in Istra?" Thomas asked.
"Yeah, just got off the ne," Yvonne replied, waiting for her luggage at the baggage im.
"You''ve been gone a week. How about a wee-back dinner?" Thomas asked from the other end.
"No need to go to all that trouble. But if you want to get a meal, my treat. It''ll be my way of repaying you for getting Darcy off my back."
Yvonne grabbed her suitcase and began walking towards the airport exit.
"I made an enemy of the Rogers
vei
family for you. Don''t you think a simple dinnercks a bit of
sincerity?” Thomas said his
half-joking, half-aggrieved.
“Then what would be sincere enough for you, Mr. Taylor?" Yvonne asked casually.
"I''ve invited some friends to the
beach this weekend. They''ll all be bringing dates, and it would be boring for me to go alone. How about you be my date?" Thomas proposed.
Yvonne happened to be free that weekend, so she agreed.
On Saturday, Yvonne woke up reasonably early and packed a small suitcase.
They were heading out to a private ind for the trip and would be staying overnight, so Yvonne packed some daily necessities and a few changes of clothes.
When she came downstairs with her suitcase, Thomas'' car was already waiting.
Seeing Yvonne emerge from the building, Thomas gantly took her suitcase and ced it in the trunk.
Yvonne settled into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt, and they drove off towards the coast.
The atmosphere during the drive was pleasant.
The radio yed in the background as Yvonne and Thomas chatted asionally about industry news, scripts, and even a bit about current events.
As a son of the Taylor family,
Thomas was well-educated and worldly while Yvonne was well-read
enough to hold a conversation on almost any topic, so they got along quite well.
When Thomas pulled up to the coast, two other cars were already parked there: a
white Ferrari and a ck Mercedes G-Wagen.