From the time they entered the hotel to now, it had only been about an hour. Factoring in showering and changing, Marshall was certainly a fast worker.


    "If you ount for showering, getting dressed and undressed, and walking in and out of the hotel, that leaves twenty minutes at most. For a man Marshall''s age, if he''s not on medication, that''s about as long as he canst."


    Sandra continued cutting her steak, adding casually, "Marshall is in his fifties. Of course he can''tpare to a man like Mr. Bet Thompson in the prime of his life."


    Yvonne froze.


    Her face turned an uncontroble shade of red, and she coughed awkwardly. “Sandra, don''t say things like that.”


    "Did I say something wrong?" Sandra stopped cutting her steak and looked at Yvonne''s flushed face. "Don''t tell me you and Bet haven''t... you know?"


    Yvonne was silent.


    Could they please skip this topic?


    Seeing Yvonne''s face as red as a lobster, Sandra chuckled and decided to stop teasing her.


    "Alright. You''re not a teenager, a healthy sex life is normal. Just make sure you use protection. Don''t get pregnant. I have a lot of promotions and events lined up for you."


    Sandra reminded her.


    Yvonne stabbed a piece of steak with her fork and quickly changed the subject. "Aren''t Nelly and Marshall afraid her husband will find out about their affair? It would be a huge scandal."


    "The men in the Powell family are impotent. He couldn''t make it abroad, so he came back here. Now he has to rely on Nelly''s social skills to maintain their standing in Istra. The Powell family probably knows what she''s doing, but when a man is powerless, all he can do is turn a blind eye."


    Sandra said with a cold, mockingugh.


    Yvonne was speechless.


    Nelly was bothughable and tragic.


    After dinner, Sandra drove Yvonne back to Cherry Bay.


    As the car stopped at the entrance, Yvonne unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to get out.


    "I''ve emailed the script to you. Print it out yourself," Sandra reminded her, looking at her.


    "Okay," Yvonne nodded, acknowledging.


    Sandra looked through the front windshield at the upscaleplex ahead and teased, "Looks like that apartment you bought downt was a waste of money." penthouse in Cherry Bay is much morefortable."


    "Want to move in with me and see for yourself?" Yvonne said with a smile.


    "Forget it. I''m not interested in being a third wheel," Sandra said, waving her hand.


    Yvonne replied, "He''s not even home. It''s just me, Helen, and Bullet.”


    Sandra still shook her head. "I would never leave my home. My husband and my child are there."


    "Right," Yvonne''s smile faded, and she nodded solemnly.


    Back at Cherry Bay, Yvonne printed out the script from her email and tossed it on the sofa in her bedroom.


    After a shower, she dried her hair and curled up on the sofa to read.


    Sandra was right-the script was


    excellent


    Yvonne was engrossed et


    when her phone, sitting on the


    coffee table, suddenly rang. >


    Yvonne picked it up and was surprised to see it was Bet calling.


    A smile instinctively formed on her lips as she answered. “So you finally


    remembered to call me. Did you miss me...?"


    However, before she could finish,


    she was interrupted by the voice et


    the other end. It wasn''t Bet.


    was his aide, Simon. Content Simon


    "Ms. Jones."


    Yvonne''s heart sank the moment she heard Simon''s voice.


    Bet would never let anyone else handle his phone unless something had happened to him.