For the next few days, Noah didn''te home. He stayed at his apartment near the office instead.


    Karina had no time to worry about Noah; she waspletely overwhelmed by Kevin''s gambling debts.


    Although Noah was the CEO and a shareholder of the Thompson Group, their strained rtionship meant Karina never saw a cent of thepany dividends.


    Noah had only given her his sry card. A seven-figure annual sry would be an astronomical sum for an ordinary family, but Karina, deeply insecure yet vain, had spent nearly all of it trying to maintain the polished image of Mrs. Thompson.


    Now, with no cash on hand, Karina was forced to sell off the gold, jewelry, and luxury bags, shoes, and clothes she had acquired over the years. Her walk-in closet was practically empty, yet she had only managed to scrape together less than ten million dors.


    Desperate, Karina suddenly remembered the trust fund in Nic''s name.


    Noah''s feelings for Karina may have been shallow, but his love for his daughter, Nic, was genuine. On Nic''s first birthday, Noah had used his entire worth at the time to establish a trust fund for her worth over a hundred million.


    After much hesitation, Karina finally dialed the fund manager''s number...


    Yvonne hadn''t been called for any new roles recently, so she suddenly had a lot of free time.


    Bet was still spending most of his time at the military base, so Yvonne, with nothing else to do, found herself going into the office more often.


    Thepany, which had started as a small studio with just Yvonne and Sandra, had grown into a respectable enterprise. Besides Yvonne, several of its artists were now making a name for themselves and had secured their footing in the industry.


    Sandra''s reputation as a star agent was truly undisputed. Any project she chose was practically a guaranteed hit.


    Now, Sandra was a major name in the entertainment world. She was brilliant at her job, beautiful, and not that old, so she naturally attracted a long line of suitors.


    There were wealthy businessmen


    and celebrities, as well as young heartthrobs from the industry. But Sandra turned them all down, dedicating herself solely to her. career.


    Yvonne knew that Sandra''s heart was still upied by one person: herte husband.


    A woman''s heart is small; once it''s full, there''s no room for anyone else.


    Sandra had once told her that when she was in school, she was bullied for being


    from a modest family, introverted, and yet academically brilliant.


    It was her husband who had stayed by her side, teaching her how to fight back. He had watched over her when she was lonely and helpless, and had always stood in front of her whenever she was being tormented.


    To her, he was like a knight in shining armor.


    You shouldn''t meet someone too incredible when you''re young, because if you do, you''ll never be able to forget them.


    Sandra''s sole purpose for living now was to avenge her husband and bring everyone who had harmed him to justice.


    It was just like after Yvonne''s own death, when the one thing that kept Bet going was the drive to finish her work and send those evildoers to where they belonged.


    Every Wednesday was thepany''s regr meeting. After it ended, Yvonne and Sandra went for afternoon tea at a café downstairs.


    Fine oolong tea brewed in a clear ss teapot, its fragrance filling the air. In the tea room, a young musician yed a zither, the soothing melody calming the mind.


    "I''ve been looking at scripts. You''ll


    need to take on a new project soon. The entertainment industry moves incredibly fast. If you go a year or two without a notable wo you risk


    being forgotten. You''re just one step


    away from bing an A-list


    actress; you have to keep pushing."


    Sandramented, taking a sip from her teacup.