Chapter 64
“Mine’s a gold ring,” the other said, slipping it onto her index finger.
“Where did the drinks and gifts come from?” the makeup artist asked, leaning in.
The two actresses exchanged a glance, then shot a cautious look toward Yvonne in the corner. “It’s Mr. Gonzalez,” one of them said quietly. “He came to visit Queena and bought drinks and gifts for the whole crew p>
“He’s giving out gold as gifts?” the makeup artist’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Yep, everyone gets one. You should go get yours,” the girl with the ring urged.
In the corner, Yvonne’s fingers stilled on her phone screen.
She looked up at the makeup artists and stylists who were now heading out to claim their gifts. “Could you grab one for me too?” she called out. “Thanks p>
The group exchanged awkward glances before one of them mumbled, “Uh, sure. Of course p>
They left in a flurry and returned a few minutes later, one of them carrying a small gift for Yvonne.
Yvonne set her phone aside and opened the box. Inside was a beautifully crafted gold bow-tie pendant.
The price of gold had soared recently. A pendant under ten grams was easily worth over a thousand dollars. And there were over a hundred people on Mr. Turner’s set.
Matthew was really sparing no expense for Queena.
Yvonne had two scenes that morning. When she walked onto the set, she saw a crowd gathered around Matthew and Queena, fawning over them.
Spotting Yvonne, Queena strutted over, her chin held high. “Yvonne, Matthew came to visit and brought drinks and gold jewelry for everyone p>
She gestured to her assistant, who immediately handed her an unopened velvet box.
“This one’s for you, Yvonne. Go on, open it,” Queena said, holding the box out as if bestowing charity.
“No need, already got one.” Yvonne pulled the gold bow-tie pendant from her pocket and dangled it for a moment before her gaze shifted to Matthew
“Matthew, you came all this way. Was it to see me, your fiancée?” Latest content publıshed on.net
He frowned, his expression cold and silent.
A faint, icy smile played on Yvonne’s lips. “Or was it not for me, but for your little mistress p>
A hush fell over the set.
No one there was a fool; they all knew exactly who Yvonne was talking about.
Queena could feel the admiring gazes from moments before turn into something else entirely.
Her eyes welled up, and she looked at Matthew for help, on the verge of tears. Matthew’s face darkened. He grabbed Yvonne’s wrist. “Come with me. We need to talk p>
But Yvonne yanked her arm away. “I have to film. We can talk after I’m done p>
Yvonne had two action scenes that morning.
As she worked, Matthew sat in the designated rest area, watching.
It was the first time he had ever seen her on a film set.
In his memory, Yvonne had always、
been timid and meek, too scared t
even speak up, a person who barel registered.
But the woman on set now, sparring with several fight choreographers, was Stunning and fierce, practically glowing.
Matthew struggled to find the right word for her. If he had to choose one, it would be captivating.
She was an utterly captivating woman.