The news report included damning photos of Marshall and Nelly checking into a hotel, their faces clearly visible.


    Nelly was also identified byizens as the wife of someone from the Powell family, and even Mignon was dragged into it. They said that thanks to her "godfather" Marshall, she acted like a diva on set and did whatever she wanted.


    "My cousin is on Director Ward''s crew, and she said that Mignon acts high and mighty and throws her weight around because she has a powerful backer."


    "That''s hrious. She''s not even a big name and she''s already acting like a diva? What a joke."


    "This Mrs. Powell is really something, still able to charm men at her age. First time I''ve heard of a mother using her body to get resources for her daughter.”


    "The mother sleeps her way to the top for a famous producer, and the daughter runs wild on set. My cousin said that Mignon was bullying another actress on set, a popr rising star, no less."


    “I wonder which poor girl got bullied?"


    "Insider news: a reporter spotted Yvonne in the hospital yesterday. She just got discharged."


    "How dare that witch Mignon bully our Yvonne! Her fans won''t stand for it!"


    "Mignon, get out of the entertainment industry!"


    "Marshall, get out of the entertainment industry!"


    ...


    Meanwhile, the Powell family home was in utter chaos.


    A housekeeper brought in a package, and inside was another dead rat.


    Lately, all the packages the Powell family received contained either dead rats, dead cockroaches, or bloody razor des, all sent by Yvonne''s fans.


    “Agh! Aaaah!” Mignon screamed in fury, throwing the box to the ground. "It must be Yvonne''s fans again! I''m going to sue them!"


    "Just clean it up," Mr. Powell said with a wave of his hand, instructing a maid to dispose of the dead rat on the floor.


    Mignon copsed onto the sofa, fuming.


    At that moment, Nelly came down the stairs, looking annoyed.


    "What are you shouting about? It''s so irritating."


    "What are we shouting about? It''s all your fault!" Mignon shot up from the sofa and pointed a finger at Nelly. “Mom, how could you sleep with another man. It''s disgusting!"


    "What did you say! Why do you think I go through all this trouble,


    entertaining those men? It''s for you! For this family!” Nelly clutched her chest, incensed.


    "Do you think you could get roles and act like a queen on set just by yourself? Do you think you could establish yourselves in Istra on your own merit?"


    “That doesn''t mean you have to sleep with men! How does that make you any different from a prostitute-Ah!"


    Mignon didn''t get to finish her sentence before Nelly pped her across the face. "You... you hit me!" Mignon clutched her cheek, staring at Nelly in anger.


    “I...?" Nelly looked at her own hand in disbelief. “Mignon, Mom... Mom didn''t mean to."


    "You''re not my mother! I hate you!" Mignon screamed.


    "Mignon, don''t talk to your mother like that. I need to have a word with her. Go back to your room for now," Mr. Powell finally interjected.


    "Fine, Dad.” Mignon had always listened to her father. She shot Nelly a venomous re before storming upstairs.


    After Mignon left, Nelly turned to Mr. Powell, her voice usatory. "Look at the daughter you raised! Is that any way to talk to her mother—Ah!”


    Before she could finish, Mr. Powell pped her.


    As a man, his strength was considerable, and Nelly''s cheek immediately swelled up.


    She held her face, staring at him in disbelief. "You dare hit me? You useless coward, you actually dare to hit me!"