Maggie was always known to be a bit of a ditz, but when a couple of doctored photos suggested she was cozying up to someone she shouldn''t, she actually stormed the film set and gave Ynda a piece of her mind. Honestly, at her age, you''d think she''d have a bit more sense.


    "People like Maggie, all puffy and past their prime, should just stay home and embrace being a frumpy housewife. Poor Mr. Davis ended up with her, a real nouveau riche nightmare."


    "That''s why Mr. Davis is all over our Jane, isn''t he? She''s been carrying for over six months now. Once the baby arrives and he makes it official with her, we really owe Margaret a big thank you." As they chatted, a woman in maternity wear, clearly showing, stood up with a ss of milk in her hand, toasting to Margaret.


    "Ms. Miller, I can''t drink with the baby on the way, so here''s to you with milk. If it weren''t for you setting Ynda up to take the fall, I might have been caught out. Mrs. Davis is ruthless, but you, Ms. Miller, you''re a lifesaver for me and my baby."


    Margaret raised her ss with a smug smile, "Oh, there''s no need for formalities when you''re one of us, a star under the Glory Media banner. I''m just looking out for you. Please, have a seat."


    Maggie''s real name was Mrs. Davis.


    Hearing these words and seeing the disdainful looks and sneers from those in the private room, Mrs. Davis realized the truth.


    She was merely a pawn for Margaret. Ynda wasn''t Charles''s mistress; the real mistress was Jane, a rising star under Margaret''s management at Glory Media.


    What infuriated her was that Jane dared to carry her husband''s child and hoped to be legitimized after giving birth.


    Though the Davis family might have been upstarts, the Bright family were significant stakeholders in Glory Media, and Margaret always


    seemed so cheerful around bl


    calling her "Maggie" with apparent fondness.


    Yet behind her back, Margaret was a double-dealer.


    Furious and trembling, Mrs. Davis stood up abruptly and called out.


    "Follow me!"


    She and her four bodyguards made a beeline for the exit. Lizetta and Ynda exchanged nces and smiled at each other, eager to witness the drama.


    "Come on, let''s head over. We can''t miss such a juicy scene," Lizetta said, pulling Ynda along. They wanted to document this moment for posterity.


    Lizetta had just spotted Ste in a live video, sitting quietly on the side. The grudge she harbored against Ste, for the physical altercation at the West family gathering, was still fresh.


    Lizetta couldn''t forget how her friend Daisy suffered, how Remington defended the West family and tried to smooth things over.


    Back in town, Lizetta wasn''t just there to support Ynda; she was determined to uncover the truth and seek justice for Daisy.


    Meanwhile, in the most secluded


    and luxurious private room of the club, Remington and Cassius were drinking, both clearly in a foul mood. Remington couldn''t help but associate Cassius with his own troubles, including Lizetta''s disdain due to their association.


    Surrounded by a chilly aura, Remington downed a shot of tequ and kicked Cassius under the table.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    "Get the mess with Ynda cleaned up online, ASAP!"