"Mom," Ynda said, tugging on Mrs. Walker''s arm, her own expression sour.


    "Forget it. Don''t let insignificant people ruin your mood. The new collection in this store just arrived. It''s all beautiful and would look great on you," Mrs. Walker said, walking over to a rack. She pulled out a few items for Ynda to try on.


    Ynda tried them on and picked out a few that fit well. When they got to the register, the total came out to over thirty thousand dors.


    It wasn''t that the Walker family couldn''t afford it, but given their current situation, Mrs. Walker felt a sharp pang at the thought of spending so much on just a few outfits.


    "My daughter is married to Eden, Mr. Monroe''s son. Does she really have to pay when shopping in a Thompson family mall?" Mrs. Walker asked the sales associate.


    The associate replied, "Mr. Monroe? I''ve never heard of him. Ma''am, your total is thirty-two thousand, seven hundred and ten dors. Will that be card or cash?"


    Gritting her teeth, Mrs. Walker handed over her card.


    "Mom, it''s only thirty thousand. And these clothes really do suit me," Ynda said happily, holding the shopping bags.


    "You just don''t understand the value of money. Ever since your uncle got into trouble, things have been tense. The family business has stalled, and your father''s position is precarious. Especially after that incident with Mr. Turner, your father had to pay their family a huge sum. We''re on a tight budget now. You need to be more mindful."


    "Oh," Ynda mumbled, clearly annoyed.


    Having been spoiled her entire life, she couldn''tprehend her parents'' difficulties.


    "You''re married to Eden now. Even though he''s just an illegitimate son of the Thompson family, they''re the wealthiest family in Istra. Eden must have significant assets. You''re his wife now. Hasn''t he given you control of his finances?" Mrs. Walker pressed.


    Ynda shook her head. "We don''t have a good rtionship. Why would he trust me with his money? He doesn''t even give me a household allowance. I really don''t know why I married him."


    "You''re husband and wife. Even if you aren''t close, your interests are aligned. You need to sweet-talk him a little. At the very least, you need to coax his money out of him, understand?" Mrs. Walker urged.


    "I know, I know," Ynda replied impatiently.


    ...


    Meanwhile, Bet and Yvonne had already left the mall.


    Bet drove Yvonne back to the film set.


    "I won''te in," he said, parking the car under the shade of a tree just outside the


    set.


    "Okay," Yvonne nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt.


    "I heard Nelly Zade''s daughter is in the same production as you again," Bet said, his eyes on her.


    "Yeah. She''s like a bad penny," Yvonne said with a frown.


    Bet offered, "I can take care of it for you."


    Yvonne shook her head. "No need. I never trouble others with things I can handle myself."


    With that, she leaned over and gave Bet a quick peck on the cheek Then, door out, and hurried toward the set.


    he opened the t


    bet


    Later, as Yvonne was getting her makeup done in her private dressing room, the assistant director came in


    and handed her a script


    "Ms. Jones, there have been some changes to the script. Director Ward asked you


    to prepare."


    "Why the sudden changes?" her assistant asked, puzzled.


    "What else. It''s that little princess from the Rowell family. She''s going on an overseas trip tomorrow, so all of her scenes have to be filmed


    today, the assistant director exined with a helpless sigh.


    "Alright. I understand," Yvonne said, taking the script and flipping through it.