Yvonne might not have a natural gift for acting, but she had high emotional


    intelligence. During her time as an undercover agent, she had mastered the art of telling people exactly what they wanted to hear.


    If Director Ward hadn''t had other ns for the evening, he would have invited Yvonne and Sandra to dinner.


    "Ms. Garcia, Ms. Jones, it''s unfortunate I have another engagement tonight. We''ll have to do this again sometime," Director Ward said, personally seeing them to the door, looking as though he wished they could stay longer.


    If he had known they would get along so well, he wouldn''t have scheduled anything else for the evening.


    "Please, don''t trouble yourself, Director Ward. We''ll see you again soon," Sandra said, politely shaking his hand as she and Yvonne left the hotel room.


    Yvonne let out a sigh of relief once they were out of the hotel.


    "I think Director Ward has a good impression of you. I''ll email you the script tonight. Read it carefully. Don''t mess up the audition," Sandra reminded her.


    "So my vacation is officially over now?" Yvonne''s face fell.


    "Life is short, we have to make money. Be good," Sandra said, patting Yvonne''s shoulder earnestly. "Alright, don''t look so down. My treat for dinner."


    The two of them then walked into a steakhouse across the street from the hotel.


    They were seated in a private room on the second floor with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a wide view of the hotel''s main entrance.


    Yvonne looked down at her well-done steak, cutting and eating as she went.


    Without Bet there to cut her steak for her, even eating felt like a chore. She was a little annoyed.


    "Why did you insist on a well-done steak? Don''t you think it''s tough?” Sandra asked, elegantly slicing into her medium-rare steak.


    “I don''t like eating raw meat," Yvonne replied, continuing to saw at her steak with great effort.


    "Do you want me to cut it for you?" Sandra asked, ncing at Yvonne''s te.


    "Thank you, Sandra, that would be great." Yvonne put down her knife and fork and slid her te over to Sandra.


    "You really don''t stand on ceremony, do you?" Sandra shot her a look but began to diligently cut the steak.


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    knife, Yvonne sand, resting her chin


    on her hand as she watched Sandra.


    "You know, Vonnie never liked cutting her steak either. Whoever she was eating with


    had to do it for her," Sandra reminisced as she worked.


    Yvonne paused for a moment, thinking: Thomas was right. Even in a new body,


    some small habits are impossible to change.


    If the idea of reincarnation weren''t so unbelievable, her parents and Sandra would have probably recognized her by now.


    Sandra cut the well-done filet mignon into simr-sized pieces and ced the te back in front of Yvonne.


    Yvonne picked up her fork and ate slowly, gazing out the window absentmindedly. Just then, she saw Nelly and Marshall walking out of the hotel entrance.


    Nelly still had her mask on,pletely covered up as if terrified of being recognized. But anyone who knew her would still be able to tell it was her.


    Marshall, on the other hand, was beaming, his arm wrapped around Nelly.


    The Zade family''s car was parked at the entrance. As Nelly bent down to get in, Marshall leaned in, wrapped his an around her, and gave fer a


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    Nelly pushed him away, said a few perfunctory words, and then urged the driver to leave quickly.


    "Is that it? The battle is over already?" Yvonne nced at Sandra, then at her watch.