Chapter 154
Yvonne played with Bullet in the garden until it was dark before heading back inside.
She took a shower and went to bed early. Bullet dragged his doghouse next to her bed, standing guard as she slept.
That night, Yvonne slept soundly.
It was ironic. After all the upheavals in her life, she had come to realize that the one constant by her side wasn’t family or a lover, but a dog.
She slept until noon the next day, woken by the ringing of her phone.
Yvonne rubbed her eyes and sat up, realizing she had left her phone on the coffee table across the room.
“Bullet, can you get my phone for me?” she asked, patting the dog’s head. The source of this content ɪs.net
Bullet trotted over to the table, gently picked up the phone in his mouth, and brought it back to her.
Yvonne took it and saw Sandra’s name on the screen.
“Yvonne, you know about the lead role in Ms. Jane’s new martial arts film, right p>
“Yeah, Mr. Hill mentioned it to me,” Yvonne said, throwing back the covers and heading to the bathroom as she talked.
“Ms. Jane is in Istra right now. We need to meet with her and try to land you that role,” Sandra said. She was already on her way and would be at the Spencer house in about thirty minutes.
After hanging up, Yvonne quickly washed up and got dressed.
She chose a striking red dress that was both eye-catching and elegant. She pulled her hair back into a sleek, no-nonsense ponytail.
Her makeup was minimal, but she added a subtle, winged eyeliner that accentuated her stunning, fox-like eyes, making them unforgettable.
Sandra had arranged to meet Ms. Jane at an exclusive private club.
Ms. Jane was a woman in her early forties with short, stylish hair. Dressed in a white T-shirt and black trousers, she had a relaxed, androgynous style.
“Julian told me about you,” she said with a warm smile. “I saw your performance in Mr. Turner’s crime film Ms Jones, you’re even more beautiful in person p>
“You’re too kind, Ms. Jane,” Yvonne replied humbly, shaking her hand.
“Please, sit. Let’s talk over a meal,” Ms. Jane offered graciously.
Yvonne and Sandra sat across from her.
Ms. Jane’s eyes lingered on Yvonne, studying her features, her poise, and her overall presence.
Yvonne was undeniably beautiful, with distinctive, captivating eyes. As a former police officer, she carried herself with a natural confidence. Her features were alluring, yet there was an undercurrent of strength and intensity.
It was a contradictory combination, but on Yvonne, it blended perfectly.
“The heroine I have in mind is always in red-seductive yet fierce. The fact that you wore a red dress today, Ms. Jones, must be fate,” Ms. Jane said with a smile.
“It would be my honor to join your cast and learn from you,” Yvonne replied, raising her glass in a respectful toast.
Ms. Jane, who could hold her liquor, met Yvonne’s toast. After a few drinks she said Julian mentioned you have excellent fighting skills. Would you be willing to give us a little demonstration p>
“Of course,” Yvonne agreed without hesitation, rising gracefully to her feet.
Despite the long dress, her movements were unhindered her punches clean and powerful, a perfect blend of force and beauty.
The red fabric of her dress swirled around her like a flame.
When she finished, even Ms. Jane couldn’t help but applaud.
“Thank you for indulging me,” Yvonne said, returning to her seat. She wasn’t even
out of breath, her composure as perfect as before.