With Sandra dropping the name of the wealthiest family in Istra, what could Director Ward say?


    He was just an online series director. Offending Mr. Thompson''s girlfriend wasn''t just career suicide-it was suicide, period.


    "Ms. Garcia, since you''ve put it that way, it would be foolish of me to refuse," Director Ward said, picking up the card from the table.


    Seeing this, Sandra smiled in satisfaction. "Then it''s a pleasure doing business with you, Director Ward. I have high hopes for you."


    "Thank you for your high praise, Ms. Garcia. The honor is all mine," Director Ward replied coolly, then turned and left with the card.


    "Sandra, did you just offend Director Ward? He didn''t look very happy," one of the new talents from her agency whispered as she approached.


    "Director Ward is probably just constipated. It has nothing to do with us," Sandra said with a shrug and a smile.


    The neer lookedpletely baffled.


    "Alright, don''t worry about things that don''t concern you. Come on, I''ll introduce you to Mr. Turner. The lead in his new series is a top-tier star, a huge draw. If you cannd any role in it, even a small one, it''ll be great exposure."


    With that, Sandra led the young actress off to meet the prominent director.


    Meanwhile, Emma left the hospital and had her driver take her to Istra''s most exclusive beauty salon.


    She had an appointment for a spa day with Nelly.


    When Emma arrived, Nelly had already been waiting for some time.


    She would never make the matriarch of the Thompson family wait for her.


    "Emma!" Nelly, who was sipping tea in the salon''s lounge, greeted her with a bright smile.


    Emma, carrying an expensive, limited-edition exotic leather handbag and wearing soft leather heels, walked leisurely over to Nelly. "Have you been waiting long?"


    "No, I just arrived myself," Nelly said with a smile, her eyes flicking over Emma''s eight-figure ne and her six-figure handbag.


    Nelly truly envied Emma''s luck.


    Back in the day, Frank had been a man from a prominent family with a bright future ahead of him. He was handsome and dashing, and every woman was smitten.


    But Frank only had eyes for Emma,pletely captivated by her.


    Later, when Frank insisted on going into business for himself and failed repeatedly, they all secretlyughed at Emma for not having the good fortune to be the wife of a government official.


    But who could have predicted that


    fortunes would turn so dramatically? Frank''s business had grown


    exponentially and now he was the


    wealthiest manstra, someone


    everyone wanted to curry favor with.


    In the past, the Zade family''s status had been higher than the Moore family''s, and


    she never had to defer to Emma. Now, she had no choice but to tter her.


    "This year''s new chrysanthemum tea. I know you like it, so I had the salon prepare it especially for you," Nelly said, personally pouring a cup for Emma.


    The tea was indeed excellent. Emma''s eyes narrowed slightly in pleasure. As she drank, she asked, "Where''s Mignon? Why didn''t shee with you?"


    "Mignon has an audition for a new series today. Ah, that girl. I''ve spoiled her rotten. She does whatever she fancies. She thought acting looked like funk so she insisted on trying it, Luckily, she has some talent and is quite charming, so she''s already


    making a name for herself."


    Nelly replied with a smile.


    "Mignon is so lively and adorable. You''ve raised her so well. Who wouldn''t like her?" Emma said, ying along.


    Nelly: "Oh, don''t praise her too much. It''ll go straight to her head."


    Emma: "Mignon is smart and beautiful, and you and your husband dote on her. She has every right to be proud."


    Nelly was thrilled to hear Emma say this. She was about to promote her daughter further when she heard Emma let out a heavy sigh.


    "What''s wrong? Is Bet''s condition not improving?" Nelly asked.