"Pah! I''ve never seen a mother like that. She must have a screw loose," Helen muttered.


    Having been unceremoniously kicked out, Teresa had no choice but to leave in humiliation.


    After breakfast, it was time for Yvonne to head to the airport.


    Bet drove her personally. Yvonne was likely the only person who could get away with treating Mr. Thompson as her personal chauffeur.


    As Bet drove, Yvonne kept her seatbelt on but waspletely engrossed in her phone, not even noticing when they pulled into the airport parking garage.


    Bet rested his arm on the back of her seat, leaning slightly toward her and watching her intently.


    His presence was somanding that Yvonne finally tore her eyes away from her screen and looked at him.


    “You haven''t said a word to me the entire ride. Are you really treating me like a chauffeur, Ms. Jones?"


    "The production team just sent a revised script. There''s a change to the show we''re filming tonight, so I was trying to review it," she exined. She then put her phone aside, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave his cool lips a quick peck.


    "You think one little kiss is enough to get rid of me?" Bet raised an eyebrow, a hint of desire darkening his eyes.


    He gently cupped her chin with his long fingers and lowered his head to kiss her properly.


    Bet''s kiss was nothing like hers-it wasn''t a light, fleeting touch.


    It was deep and lingering, leaving Yvonne almost breathless. Luckily, her phone rang at that moment, saving her.


    She took a few deep breaths to steady herself before answering.


    The car was small, so they were sitting very close. With his sharp hearing, Bet could clearly make out the man''s voice on the other end of the line.


    "Yvonne, I''m at the airport. Where are you?"


    "The underground parking lot," Yvonne replied, then nced


    window to give him their the


    exact


    "Section C, row 4, spot 13."


    After she hung up, Bet asked, "You have a new male assistant?”


    "No, he''s an artist signed with mypany. We''re on the same variety show this time."


    "So, you''re not traveling alone on this business trip. You havepany."


    Yvonne couldn''t help butugh. "Mr. Thompson, are you going to be jealous of everyone? You''re turning into a green-eyed monster.”


    Bet didn''t reply, instead leaning in to give her another firm kiss before getting out of the car.


    He walked to the back, opened the trunk, and took out Yvonne''s suitcase.


    Yvonne had gotten out as well and was waiting by the car for the artist from herpany.


    Herpany had signed quite a few artists, several of whom were


    already making a name for


    themselves in the industry The one


    joining her today, Dn Lee was one of them.


    Dn was an all-around performer who had started in song and dance. He''d had a breakout hitst year on a musicpetition show.


    Sandra was now working hard to build his poprity, hoping to push him to A-list status.


    Yvonne''s role as a guest star on this show was partly to support him and give his career a boost.


    "Yvonne," Dn said, rushing over with his assistant and luggage in tow.


    Dn looked to be around


    twenty-four or twenty-five, a few years older than Yvonne. But since she was his boss, he addressed her respectfully as ''Yvonne.''


    In the entertainment world, status often trumped age, and all the young artists at her<ppany addressed her the same way.