After handing out all her invitations, Ynda felt a wave of fatigue.


    Her health was stable now, but having undergone major surgery, she was still weaker than the average person.


    Weary of socializing, Ynda left with her assistant.


    Just as she stepped into the elevator, her phone rang.


    Ynda, seeing an unfamiliar number on the screen, hesitated for a moment before answering.


    "Hello?"


    "Ynda. It''s Oscar. Don''t say anything, just listen to me." Oscar''s deep, hoarse voice came through the phone.


    Ynda remained silent, her thin lips pressed together as she clutched the phone.


    "Ynda, I might never get to see you again in this lifetime. I miss you so much, I miss the times we spent together when we were young... From now on, in the days I''m not around, you have to take care of yourself. Live a happy, joyful life. Ynda, I love you..."


    Oscar''s voice was choked with emotion, and then the line went dead, leaving only a dial tone.


    Ynda''s exquisitely made-up face remained perfectly calm. After ending the call, she simply put her phone back in her purse.


    Her father had told her about Oscar''s prison break just yesterday.


    Although her father had arranged for people to help Oscar escape, it would be difficult for him to get out of Istra. He would be caught sooner orter.


    The reason her father went to such lengths was that he believed Oscar dead on the outside was safer than alive in prison.


    George was a prime example-only the dead can''t talk.


    Her father had also told her that the Rogers family was finished, and so was Oscar.


    He advised her to forget about Oscar, warning that indecision would only lead to more trouble.


    Ynda felt her father was right.


    In her heart, Oscar was already a dead man.


    Back in the banquet hall.


    Yvonne unfolded the red invitation Below the gilded script celebrating a joyous union, were the names of the graden to-be Bet, and the


    bride-to-be, Ynda.


    Yvonne''s fair fingertips gently traced Bet''s name a few times before she tucked


    the invitation into her purse.


    “Yvonne.” Just then, Thomas approached her, apanied by a well-known director of popr romantic dramas.


    “Let me introduce you. This is Patrick Turner. Mr. Turner is a good friend of mine,” Thomas said, draping an arm over Patrick''s shoulder.


    Patrick was about the same age as Thomas, with a medium-slim build and gold- rimmed sses that gave him a refined and courteous air.


    "And this is Yvonne, the current ''it girl''. I''m sure you know who she is," Thomas added, speaking to Patrick.


    "I''ve seen all of Ms. Jones'' work. You''re even more beautiful in person than on screen," Patrick said, extending his hand in a friendly manner.


    "Mr. Turner, I''ve heard so much about you," Yvonne replied, shaking his hand politely with a humble and understated attitude.


    This wasn''t the first time Thomas had introduced Yvonne to his industry contacts.


    Yvonne exchanged pleasantries with


    Patrick, who casually mentioned a


    modern romantic drama he was


    Currently preparing The


    actress


    originally cast as the second female lead had just dropped out due to a


    scheduling conflict.


    Patrick thought Yvonne''s image was a perfect fit for the role and suggested that if she was interested, they could discuss it in more detail after the g.


    Yvonne had heard of the show; it was an adaptation of a hugely popr novel with a massive fanbase and had been generating buzz since it was first announced.


    However, Yvonne wasn''t particrly keen on starting a new project so soon, so she hesitated.


    "Every show Mr. Turner directs is a hit. It would be a real shame to miss this opportunity. Yvonne, you can just chat with him first No need to make a decision right away Thomas said.


    Out of courtesy, Yvonne didn''t refuse immediately.


    After the business g ended, Yvonne got into Thomas'' car.