"The snacks were from Mr. Bet Thompson? Then how dare she shamelessly im her boyfriend sent them? Are you two dating the same guy?" Shirley asked, just as confused.


    "I don''t know. Maybe," Yvonne shrugged with a cold smirk.


    After the lunch break, Yvonne went to the makeup room for a touch-up before the afternoon shoot.


    When she walked in, she found Mignon was there too.


    Mignon was busy handing out snacks and drinks to the makeup artists and staff.


    As they received the treats, everyone offered polite thanks and a few ttering


    "Ms. Powell, you''ve just joined the cast and your boyfriend is already here showing his support. You two must be so in love."


    "These are all imported snacks! I''ve seen them in stores; they''re so expensive I could never afford them. Thank you, Ms. Powell."


    "Ms. Powell''s boyfriend must be a young master from a wealthy family of equal standing."


    “Ms. Powell, why haven''t we seen your boyfriend in person? Is he too handsome? Afraid we''d get jealous?"


    Basking in the attention, Mignon tilted her chin up proudly.


    "In Istra, my boyfriend''s family is the most prominent. It might be a strategic marriage, a union of two powerful families, but our feelings are real. It was love at first sight."


    "His identity is sensitive, so he can''t be seen publicly. But when we get engaged, we''ll be sure to celebrate with you all."


    "Congrattions in advance, Ms. Powell," everyone chimed in.


    Mignon happily epted their congrattions. Just then, she looked up and saw Yvonne walk in.


    "My boyfriend sent snacks for the whole crew. Would you like some, Ms. Jones?" Mignon asked, her voiceced with provocation.


    "No, thank you," Yvonne replied, shaking her head. “What a coincidence, though. My boyfriend sent snacks over too."


    "Is that so? Funny, none of us saw them," Mignon sneered. "Some people just love to put on a brave face when they have nothing."


    With that, Mignon stood up and walked toward the door. As she passed Yvonne, she intentionally tried to bump into her.


    But with Yvonne''s reflexes, there was no way she would let Mignon seed.


    Seeing Mignon''s intent, she deftly sidestepped.


    Caught off guard, Mignon stumbled into empty space, lost her bnce, and fell to the floor in a very undignified heap.


    "Be careful when you walk, Ms. Powell," Yvonne remarked with false concern before sitting down at the vanity to have her makeup touched up.


    Her assistant helped Mignon to her feet, her face twisted with rage.


    "She''s just jealous. Jealousy makes a woman so ugly. Ms. Powell, you can''t lower yourself to her level the assistant whispered, trying to prevent a bigger scene.


    Perhaps the thought of Bet''s visit had put Mignon in a good enough mood, because she merely shot Yvonne a venomous re and left the makeup room with her assistant without another word.


    Once they were outside, Mignon eagerly asked her assistant, "Where''s Ben? He


    came to visit, but I haven''t seen him."


    "I saw him talking to Director


    Vasquez. I''m not sure what they said, but the director personally


    walked him out of the studio," then et assistant replied, adding her on


    interpretation. W


    Thompson must have heard


    Director Vasquez was giving you a hard time and came to back you up.


    No wonder the director hasn''t dared to pick on youtely."