"All you do is defy me. Some days I wonder why you were ever born." Emma snapped, turning her head away in a huff.


    Meanwhile, at the restaurant entrance.


    Mignon watched Bet''s car disappear from view, the smile on her face vanishing instantly.


    "Mom, you said you''d set us up if I was interested in the Thompson heir, but he has a girlfriend."


    "His mom already told you, she''s just some ything he''s toying with. Once Bet gets bored, they''ll be over," Nelly said calmly.


    "Really?" Mignon''s eyes lit up again.


    "Of course. Do you really think the heir to the Thompson family would marry a nobody? When he marries, it will be to ady from a prominent family, like you."


    Nelly gently poked Mignon''s forehead with a look of fond exasperation. "She''s just a ything. Your father has kept a few starlets and models on the side, hasn''t he? After a while, he gets tired of them. I''ve never paid them any mind."


    "So I can really marry Ben? That''s wonderful!" Mignon beamed.


    "Yes. Once you marry the Thompson heir, you''ll be the future matriarch of the family. The richest family in Istra, their wealth is immeasurable. Not only will you live in luxury for the rest of your life, but our Powell family can also use the Thompsons'' influence to secure our footing in Istra."


    Nelly then added a reminder, "You need to focus your efforts on Mrs. Moore. If you can win her over, marrying into the Thompson family is just a matter of time. In high society, feelings are the least important thing. Suitable family backgrounds and parental approval are what truly matter."


    "Don''t worry, Mom, I understand," Mignon nodded sweetly. "You saw how much Mrs. Moore liked me."


    "Of course. My Mignon is so smart, beautiful, and lovable. Who wouldn''t like you?" Nelly said, looking at her daughter with satisfaction.


    Just then, the Powell family''s car pulled up.


    Nelly and Mignon got in and drove away.


    A momentter, Yvonne and Sandra emerged from the restaurant with Ms. Lee and her team.


    Ms. Lee shook hands with them both, smiling. "Ms. Garcia, Yvonne, I hope we have a pleasant coboration."


    "Take care, Ms. Lee," Sandra and Yvonne replied in unison.


    They stood on the restaurant steps, watching Ms. Lee''s car drive off into the distance.


    Only then did Sandra turn to Yvonne, her eyes scanning the striking skirt and the priceless jade ne around her neck.


    "Where did the clothese from?" Sandra asked. "And don''t tell me the assistant brought them. She already messaged me saying you weren''t in the empty room. I sent her home."


    Sandra reached out and touched the jade ne. The imperial green was breathtakingly beautiful. Only the heir of the Thompson family would give away something so valuable so casually.


    "Can''t you and Mr.


    Mr. Bet


    Thompson exercise a bit restraint?


    What if you get photographed?


    You''re in a crucial stage of your set


    caree For you being in a


    rtionship is professional suicide Sandra dropped her hand from the ne and jabbed a finger at Yvonne''s forehead.


    Yvonne rubbed her forehead and asked tentatively, "What if I get married?"


    "Married? You''re not even twenty


    and you''re already thinking about marriage? I never took you for a


    lovestruck foot People


    thei


    thirties are still building their careers.


    What''s your rush?"


    Sandra grabbed her arm and led her down the steps, lecturing as they went. "The audition for ''The Cyan Fox'' is in two days. You''d better be on your best behavior and get your head out of the clouds. If youdontnd this role, you''ll see how deal with you."