Chapter 116
That evening, Yvonne hitched a ride home with George.
“What a surprise to see you two come home together,” Teresa said with a warm smile as she took her husband’s suit jacket and briefcase.
“She’s a signed artist now. She had a meeting at the company, so she came back with me,” George explained casually, careful not to reveal the true reason.
“Yvonne’s popularity is soaring,” Teresa remarked happily. “Once Mr. Turner’s movie comes out, she could become a household name p>
“Mm,” George grunted, his expression sour. His carefully cultivated star, Queena, was now a pariah, while Yvonne was climbing to success on her downfall. It was a bitter pill to swallow. But he didn’t dare defend Queena in front of Teresa, who had recently, and bizarrely, accused him of having an affair with her. He had managed to smooth things over, but he was still walking on eggshells.
That night, for the first time in a long while, the entire family of six sat down for dinner together. The table was laden with delicious food, but aside from a single steamed fish, there was no seafood. Queena looked miserable, letting out a few soft sobs, but Teresa and Jeffrey ignored her, occasionally placing food on Yvonne’s plate instead.
George, fearing another outburst from his wife, said nothing.
Only little Joseph was oblivious. “The food is great today!” he chirped. “I hate seafood. It stinks.” He looked up and saw Yvonne watching him, and he immediately froze. “Did I say something wrong again p>
“No. Be good and eat your dinner,” Yvonne said, placing a rib on his plate.
“Th-thanks, Yvonne,” Joseph stammered, eating the rib with a sense of dread. He couldn’t shake the feeling that her kindness was a trap. Googlᴇ search.net
After dinner, Yvonne went to her
room to rest. The next morning, she woke up early, put on makeup, ate breakfast, and once again, rode to work with George He went to his executive office for meetings, and she headed straight to the finance department.
George had already informed them of her arrival. The department head, Peter Zade,
didn’t even bother to greet her himself, sending his assistant instead.
“You can just find an empty desk,” the assistant said dismissively, tossing a folder at her. “I’ll get the cashier to give you some receipts to organize. If you have any questions, you can ask me. They were clearly treating her like any other disposable intern.
Yvonne wasn’t annoyed. She glanced around and spotted an empty office. “Is that office taken? I’ll work in there p>
As she started to walk over, the assistant blocked her path. “Not that one. That’s Ms. Spencer’s office. You can’t use it.” She pointed to a cluttered desk in the corner. “You can sit there p>
Yvonne looked at the pile of junk. “Are you sure a person can sit there p>
“You can’t clean it up? It’s not like you don’t have hands,” the assistant retorted.
Yvonne laughed. She hadn’t wanted to cause trouble on her first day, but if they were going to treat her like a doormat, she would show them her claws. She tore open the folder, dumped the entire stack of receipts into the nearest trash can, then crumpled up the folder and threw it in after them.