"I heard she has a cameo as a pianist in Mr. Smith''s new movie. She ys the piano well enough, but she has zero acting ability. It took a whole day to shoot one scene, and Mr. Smith was about to explode with frustration, but he didn''t dare lose his temper. All because she paid her way onto the set."


    A supporting actress leaned in to add. A friend of hers had a role in Mr. Smith''s film and had told her the story as a joke.


    "I heard she invested a lot of money to get into this production too. Why else would Ms. Jane and the assistant director be treating her like royalty?"


    The crew member added.


    "Well, she''s the future Mrs. Thompson. The kind of money we''ll never see in our lifetimes is just a drop in the bucket for the Thompson family."


    "Did Ynda save the universe in a past life or something to be able to marry into the wealthiest family, the Thompsons? Inst year''s Fortunex 500, the Thompson family''s assets were in the hundreds of billions. My god, I don''t even have that many probiotics in my yogurt."


    In themunal makeup room, the makeup artists, crew members, and a few supporting actresses chattered away.


    Yvonne only caught half of it before the assistant director called her away.


    Her scenes that morning were all with the male and female leads.


    Since it was a major production, both leads were popr A-list stars with both fame and skill.


    The scenes went by rtively smoothly for Yvonne.


    Ynda finished her makeup in the afternoon. She was ying the celestial Flower Goddess. It was stunning, even more exquisite than the female lead''s.


    Her scenes were all scheduled for the afternoon, mostly opposite the leads or inrge group shots. Yvonne wasn''t needed.


    Yvonne was happy for the downtime and sat on the sidelines to watch.


    Ynda truly couldn''t act. She didn''t even understand the basic blocking. was incredibly


    Ms. Jane, howevery scene to


    patient, exining


    Ynda in detail and even demonstrating the part herself.


    But Ynda clearly had no talent in this area. Not only was she not photogenic, but she was also stiff and expressionless on camera, turning the beautiful Flower Goddess into a wooden doll.


    "Another one to drag us down. Who knows what time we''ll finish today," the third female lead grumbled as she sat down next to Yvonne.


    "Everyone has things they''re good at and not so good at. Ms. Walker is a great pianist; acting just isn''t her forte," Yvonnemented casually.


    "Then she should just stick to ying the piano instead of forcing her way into the entertainment industry. It''s a lose-lose situation," the actressined before changing the subject.


    That day, the entire crew worked until nearly midnight again. Thankfully, she only had a small part. They shot all her scenes and were done in a matter of days.


    On the day Ynda wrapped up filming, Bet showed up on set to visit.


    Simon came with him, unloading boxes of air-freighted fruit and high-end drinks from the trunk of Bet''s car and distributing them to the entire cast and crew.


    Everyone went to get their drinks


    and fruit, and when they returned, they were all buzzing with gossip.


    Bet''s arrival was like a drop of hot bikin cold water,


    using a huge


    stiron set.


    "I can''t believe I''m seeing Mr. Thompson in person. Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming."


    "He''s not just unbelievably rich, he''s also so handsome. I heard he''s a military officer. His aura is incredible."


    "Whoever said Ms. Walker and Mr. Bet Thompson were a perfect match must have been delusional. A man like Mr. Thompson deserves a goddess from the heavens."