"I just heard him chatting with Ms. Jane. His voice is so amazing."


    The young women on set gathered together, drinking their beverages, eating fruit, and chattering away.


    Yvonne didn''t join them, only ncing over from a distance.


    Her eyes met Bet''s.


    He wasn''t in uniform today, dressed casually, which softened some of his sharp intensity.


    Bet raised an eyebrow, his gaze cutting through the crowd tond squarely on her. Then, he took a drink from Simon and walked straight toward Yvonne.


    "Want one?" Bet offered the drink to Yvonne.


    Yvonne was so taken aback by this unexpected gesture that she froze, forgetting to reach out and take it.


    The moment became awkward as people started to look over, their expressions filled with curiosity and spection.


    Seeing this, her assistant reacted quickly, stepping forward to take the drink from Bet''s hand with a smile. "Yvonne loves pineapple juice. Thank you, Mr. Thompson."


    Bet withdrew his hand, his eyes lingering on Yvonne for a moment before he said casually, "d you like it."


    "Bet, I''ve finished changing. Let''s go get dinner," Ynda said, emerging from her private dressing room. She had changed into a white dress, looking elegant and graceful.


    She walked to Bet''s side, looped her arm through his, and smiled faintly.


    Though she said nothing more, her intention to im her territory was clear.


    Yvonne knew better than to be obtuse. She gave a polite nod as a greeting and turned to leave.


    She had only taken a dozen steps when amotion erupted around her, followed by a scream. "Look out, the chandelier is falling!"


    Before Yvonne could process what was happening, a massive shadow loomed over her.


    The giant chandelier fell too fast for her to dodge. She instinctively covered her head with her hands and crouched down, trying to protect her vital organs.


    With a deafening crash, the chandelier hit the ground, sending shards flying everywhere. The scene descended into chaos.


    However, the pain she expected never came. A warm, solid chest had shielded herpletely.


    Yvonne slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was blood


    pouring from Bet''s shoulder dripping onto her ornate costume, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow content


    "Don''t be afraid. It''s over," Bet''s voice echoed in her ear-hoarse, deep, and filled with a multitude of restrained emotions.


    Yvonne didn''t know where Bet was hurt, but she saw more and more blood, as


    if the whole world had turned crimson.


    "Bet!" Yvonne screamed, losing control.


    The set was in utter turmoil.


    Mr. Thompson had been injured on their set. If anything serious happened to him, they couldn''t afford the consequences even if they sold everyone in the crew.


    The set''s medical staff and an ambnce rushed over. Amid the panic, Bet was taken to the hospital and wheeled into the emergency room.


    No matter how anxious everyone was, all they could do was wait outside.


    As Bet''s girlfriend, Ynda was conferring with the doctors. Yvonne was pushed to the side, left to stare at the illuminated light above the emergency room doors.


    Time seemed to stand still, each second stretching into an eternity After what felt like forever, the doors to the operating room opened, and a doctor emerged with a nurse.