She was over the moon, thinking maybe Cassius was secretly crushing on her but was too proud to show it. Imagine her shock when, after she''d hauled the guy home and was about to nt one on him, he suddenly blocked her face with a frown, muttering in disgust.


    "Ynda, what''s with that new perfume? It stinks. Go take a shower before you even think about kissing me."


    That''s when Margaret realized Cassius wasn''t calling for her at all. A little digging revealed this Ynda was a nobody, a newbie barely seen in the entertainment circuit, daring to vie with Ms. Miller for a man''s attention.


    The humiliation was something Margaret had never experienced before. She was determined to make Ynda disappear from the industry, to vanish from the public eye. How was she supposed to cultivate any romance with Cassius with Ynda fluttering around him all the time?


    So, with a little maneuvering, Margaret turned Ynda into the viin of the story, making Cassius believe Ynda had betrayed him for Charles. Killing two birds with one stone.


    Margaret was gleeful, reveling in the scandalous headlines that had taken over the inte these past few days. She thought Ynda would be holed up somewhere, crying her eyes out. Yet, there she was, causing a scene.


    And there was Mrs. Davis, yanking Jane by the hair, trying to drag her out. Margaret stormed up to Ynda, ring daggers.


    "Is this all your doing tonight?!"


    Ynda just smirked, shrugged nonchntly, not even trying to hide it.


    "Oh, so Ms. Miller gets to manipte the truth, use Mrs. Davis as a pawn, and I can''t show a little sympathy, let her in on what''s really going on?"


    That got Margaret fuming.


    "How dare you, a nobody, mess with my scene! Think I can''t make you disappear without a trace?"


    "Of course, believe you. After all,


    Ms. Miller only needs to lift a finger to frame someone, to have me cklisted. Do you really think your family''s Glory Media can manipte the truth and fool everyone?"


    "So what if we can! Ynda, the truth doesn''t matter. What matters is what the media shows the world You think causing a scene with Mrs. Davis here will turn things around for you? Go ahead, see who believes you, who dares to go against me, Margaret Miller, to support you!"


    Margaret lifted her chin in disdain. That''s when Ste, nursing a p mark, frowned and nudged Margaret, whispering, "Someone''s filming."


    Margaret''s face fell as she turned to see a figure by the door, phone in hand, recording. Ynda had been blocking her view; she hadn''t noticed at all.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    "Bitch! Take that phone!" Margaret


    spat angrily. But as the women moved to act, the figure by the wall, Lizetta, simply pocketed her phone and stepped forward into the light. The backlighting had obscured her features from Ste and the others until now.


    As Lizetta''s distinct and striking features became clear, Ste and Shirley''s faces fell.


    Shirley pointed at Lizetta, "Lizetta? It''s you! A divorced woman and still showing your face around?"