"Mignon, this is a film set. People talk. Don''t cause a scene. Be good and go back to the hotel for now," Cynthia said.


    Mignon was surprisingly willing to listen. She turned and headed back to the hotel with her assistant.


    Once she was back in her room, she was still fuming.


    She grabbed her phone and made a video call to her mother, Nelly.


    The call connected quickly. On the other end, Nelly was sitting in her car, having just returned from afternoon tea with some of Istra''s wealthy socialites.


    "What is it, darling? Did you miss me?" Nelly asked with a smile.


    Mignon''s face was sullen, her lips pursed in a pout as she remained silent.


    Nelly knew instantly that she was upset.


    "My dear girl, who''s upset you now?" Nelly asked with a sigh.


    "I''ve been on set all day, and I''m so exhausted I could copse. The crew here ispletely unprofessional and incredibly unfriendly. Mom, you said those actresses were just lowly performers. Why did you have Mr. Morris put me on this production?"


    Mignon continued her rant.


    Nelly sighed in resignation.


    Mignon had obviously gotten the role through connections, so it was no surprise the crew wasn''t warming up to her. It was only for a dozen scenes or so; she just had to endure it. Even if they disliked Mignon, they wouldn''t dare offend her.


    She had truly spoiled Mignon.


    "Those actressese frommon backgrounds. They''ve slept with countless men just to get famous. No respectable, wealthy family would ever let one of them through the door."


    "You''re different. You''re doing this to build your profile, to let all the prominent families and eligible young men know that the Powell family has an elegant youngdy like you It will make them allpete to ask for your hand."


    "But Mom, I thought you wanted to arrange a marriage with the Thompson family and have me marry Ben. Why do we need other families to propose?" Mignon asked, confused.


    "You silly girl, you don''t understand. Men arepetitive creatures. They only want something more when they see other men fighting for it. It ignites their desire to win," Nelly said, speaking from experience.


    "Oh." Mignon nodded, understanding. "I saw that woman Ben is keeping on set. She has such a sly, seductive look about her."


    Nelly heard this but dismissed it


    entirely. "She''s just a ything. Don''t waste your time. I''ve spoken with Mrs. Thompson several times recently, and she absolutely does not approve of Bet being with that actress, Mrs.


    Thomas the shots in the Thompson family. As long as she says no, that woman will never marry into their family."


    "You, on the other hand, should spend more time focusing on Mrs. Thompson. After


    this show is done filming, go visit her more often."


    "I know," Mignon nodded. Then she added, "Mom, I want Ben to visit me on set."


    "Visit you on set?" Nelly seemed hesitant.


    “If the great heir of the Thompson familyes to visit me, we''ll see who dares to give me the cold shoulder then," Mignon huffed.


    Nelly fell silent for a moment before replying, "Alright, I''ll mention it to Mrs. Thompson. But Bet''s in the military and very busy, so it might not be possible.”


    Bet''s work in the military was demanding. He was genuinely busy most of the time, but even when he wasn''t, all he had to do was im he was, and not even his own mother, Emma, could do anything about it.


    Nelly doubted it would happen, but


    she didn''t want to crush her daughter''s spirits, so she gave a nomittal answer. "Alright now,


    get some rest. You can''t miss your beauty sleep, or you won''t look your best."


    Mignon was very particr about her appearance. Hearing this, she immediately ended the call, took a shower, put on a face mask, and went to bed.