Sandra''s car wasn''t allowed into Cherry Bay, so she had to park at the entrance.


    Yvonne, wearing a mask, walked briskly out of theplex, went to Sandra''s car, opened the passenger door, and slid inside.


    Once in the car, Yvonne took off her mask and nced at Sandra in the driver''s seat.


    "Seatbelt first," Sandra reminded her.


    Yvonne buckled up, and Sandra hit the gas, pulling the car onto the main road.


    Sandra began, “This is a project with Director Ward. It''s a web series, so it won''t air on a majorwork, but the script is excellent. I''ve already read it. A lot of big-budget series have been floppingtely, while many smaller web series have be huge hits. Director Ward has a track record of producing blockbusters, so his quality is guaranteed."


    Yvonne asked, "But I haven''t even seen the script. How can I meet the director?"


    "Today is just a preliminary meeting with Director Ward, just to chat. He wants to see if your look and presence fit the part. The script and your acting willeter, during the audition," Sandra exined.


    Yvonne nodded in understanding.


    Sandra drove to a five-star hotel and parked in the underground garage.


    Yvonne and Sandra got out and took an express elevator upstairs.


    At this time of day, the hotel was bustling with people. Yvonne put her mask back on and stood with Sandra in a corner of the elevator.


    The elevator made several stops, with people constantly getting on and off.


    Yvonne and Sandra were standing at the back, shielded by the crowd. So, when Marshall Morris and Nelly stepped in, they didn''t see them.


    Marshall''s hand was resting on Nelly''s shoulder. Nelly, impably made up and dripping with jewels as always, was also wearing a mask, clearly trying to avoid being recognized.


    She kept her head slightly lowered and instinctively pushed Marshall''s hand off her shoulder.


    Marshall wasn''t annoyed; he just chuckled and stood respectfully beside her.


    They got off on the eleventh floor, while Yvonne and Sandra were going to the twenty-first. Because of this, Marshall and Nelly never saw them.


    "What are Marshall and Nelly doing at a hotel together?" Yvonne asked Sandra as they stepped out of the elevator.


    Sandra stopped and gave her a faint smile. "You''re still young. You don''t understand the ways of men and women. Do you think Marshall would go to at this trouble for Nelly and Mignon without getting O Something in return?"


    "So, Marshall and Nelly are here for a ''date''?" Yvonne asked, stunned.


    "What else? You don''t need a hotel room just to have tea and chat," Sandra said with a sideways nce.


    "But Nelly''s married," Yvonne pointed out.


    "Even thew doesn''t stop a married woman from seeing other men. It''s none of your business. Now let''s go. When you meet Director Ward, you better be on your best behavior, or you''ll have me to answer to "


    Sandra grabbed Yvonne''s hand and hurried her toward Director Ward''s room.


    Director Ward was a young man in his early thirties.


    The web series he had directed in recent years had all been well-received, with


    good ratings, and one had even be a massive hit.


    Despite his youth, Director Ward was polite and well-mannered.


    Sandra and Yvonne chatted with him for half an hour, and they got along splendidly.


    Director Ward was nning to shoot a period drama about court intrigue. The female lead was a seemingly innocent but deeply maniptives character, a role that was very appealing. Sandra had read the script and was immediately captivated.


    Yvonne was a rising star, but she was still one hit show away from bing an A-


    list actress.


    Sandra had high hopes for Director Ward''s new series.