"Mrs. Moore is Mr. Taylor''s aunt. She''s in town for an event and decided to stop by since she knew he was filming here. All the actors have been going over to get photos and autographs. I think our male and female leads are both big fans of hers."


    The assistant then asked, "Aren''t you going to join the crowd?"


    "No, I think I''ll look over the script for a bit," Yvonne replied, setting down her water and picking up her screeny.


    After the lunch break, Yvonne had two more scenes to shoot that afternoon.


    Once the makeup artist finished her touch-ups, she and her assistant left the dressing room and headed back to the set.


    The first scene of the afternoon was about to start, and all departments were ready.


    Yvonne went to find the male lead to rehearse their lines, only to find him sitting with Emma, Thomas, and a few others. The film''s assistant director was there as well.


    As the matriarch of the wealthy Thompson family and a legendary actress in her own right, Emma Moore held significant sway in the industry. She was the center of attention wherever she went.


    "Mrs. Moore," Yvonne said, her tone a mixture of respect and distance.


    Emma remained seated, looking down her nose at Yvonne with undisguised contempt. "I had drinks sent for the entire cast and crew, but you were nowhere to be seen. You''re not a big star, Ms. Jones, but you certainly have the attitude of one."


    Emma''s casual remark was a direct usation of diva-like behavior.


    There are no secrets in the entertainment world. If word of this got out and was sensationalized by the media, Yvonne would be stuck with thatbel for good.


    Even the director, the lead actor, and Thomas, who were sitting nearby, could see that Emma was deliberately targeting Yvonne.


    Thomas was about to step in when Emma cut him off. "I''m speaking to Ms. Jones. This doesn''t concern you thomas when did you be so rude?


    Thomas'' expression soured, and though he opened his mouth to retort, he ultimately remained silent.


    Yvonne faced Emma, unfazed by the tant hostility. She maintained her calm andposed demeanor. "I wasn''t feeling well, so I was resting in my dressing room. Everyone in the industry knows you so as respected senior, Mrs. Moore, one who is always kind to younger actors. If I had dragged my unwell self out to greet you, I''m afraid it might have started unpleasant rumors about you."


    Yvonne''s words were impable.


    Emma''s eyes darkened, and she let out a coldugh. "I''ve heard you have a sharp tongue, Ms. Jones. Now I''ve seen it for myself."


    She nced at the people around her. "I''d like to have a private word with Ms. Jones. Would that be alright?"


    Though she framed it as a question, no one in the entertainment industry would dare to refuse her.


    The assistant director immediately stood up, made a flimsy excuse, and led the other actors away.


    Thomas, however, stayed put, his face grim and unmoving.


    While he and Emma were on good terms-she had helped him secure a lot of resources when he was starting out they rarely visited each other on set.


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    Emma''s sudden appearance had surprised him, and he''d been trying to figure out what she was up to.


    Now he understood. She hade for Yvonne.


    Thomas'' refusal to leave annoyed Emma. "Thomas, have you gotten too big to listen to me now?"


    "Is there something you need to say that I can''t hear?" Thomas asked with a strained smile.