"Aah!" The assistant was kicked out the door, her back mming against the wall. She crumpled to the ground in pain.


    "Trying to pull such childish tricks on me? You''re overestimating yourself," Yvonne said impatiently.


    The sight of her assistant being sent flying was probably too shocking, and Mignon, the pampered princess, was terrified.


    Afraid she''d be the next one sent flying, she turned and ran, shouting a warning over her shoulder, "You just wait! I''m not letting you get away with this!"


    Yvonne couldn''t be bothered with her and mmed the door shut.


    Yvonne didn''t give the incident with Mignon a second thought. She went to makeup on time and filmed her scenes as scheduled.


    She didn''t see Mignon all day and figured she''d run home to mommy for backup.


    After wrapping up for the night, Yvonne removed her makeup and returned to the hotel with her assistant.


    As they entered the lobby, a young woman approached them. Yvonne recognized her as Cynthia''s assistant.


    "Ms. Jones, Ms. Scott would like to see you," Cynthia''s assistant said politely with a smile.


    Yvonne couldn''t guess why Cynthia wanted to see her, but she followed the assistant to her room.


    "Ms. Jones, pleasee in." The assistant gestured for Yvonne to enter.


    Cynthia''s room was on a different floor from Yvonne''s, but it was the same type of business suite.


    In the living room, Cynthia was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. Across from her sat a middle-aged woman, exquisitely made-up and fashionably dressed.


    "Yvonne, you''re here! Come in," Cynthia said with a smile, waving her over.


    "Ms. Scott." Yvonne walked in, and Cynthia affectionately took her hand, pulling her down to sit beside her.


    "Let me introduce you. This is Mrs. Powell, Mignon''s mother," Cynthia said.


    Yvonne looked at Nelly. It all clicked.


    So, after she''d dealt with the daughter in the morning, the mother came looking for her at night.


    Nelly sat there, looking perfectly


    elegant and poised. Based on


    Mignon''s age, Nelly had to be in her fifties, but she was so


    well-preserved she looked the


    in


    in


    herearly forties. Her demeanor was gentle, and it was no wonder she could still have Marshall wrapped around her finger at her age.


    Though she was sitting, Nelly looked Yvonne up and down with a condescending air.


    It was her first time seeing Yvonne. The girl was indeed beautiful, with those stunning fox-like eyes that had even captivated Mr. Thompson.


    After a moment, Nelly gave a faint smile. "I''m Mignon''s mother. That child... her father and I have spoiled her rotten. I don''t know what happened between you two, but she ran home crying her eyes out."


    Nelly''s voice was soft, but every word wasced with usation.


    If Yvonne were just an ordinary twenty-year-old, perhaps a shy and introverted one, she would probably be too flustered to even exin herself and would just have to take the me.


    But Yvonne was a police officer


    meticulously trained at the academy,


    mentally tough, who had survived


    the most dangerous undercover


    tt of


    missions. She had crawled ou pites of dead bodies, Nelly''s act wasn''t going to intimidate her.


    "You''re right, Ms. Powell. Your daughter came banging on my door first thing in the morning, calling me a bitof and trying to p me if i had done something that disgraceful, probably would have cried myself into a faint, too."


    Yvonne finished, then added with mock concern, "Ms. Powell, I think Mignon''s mental state seems a bit... off. You might want to take her to see a doctor. You shouldn''t dy."