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Ynda stormed off, fuming inside. Now that Charles could pull dirty moves for Sophie, she could fight back for Ian.
Just then, her phone rang–it was Sean. “Tessa,” he said. “The <b>execs </b>over at Starlight Entertainment just told me you gotta apologize to Sophie. Bet that’s Mr. Sinir’s <b>call</b>.”
A man making his wife apologize to his mistress was totally crazy. Sean, who had known Ynda for years, couldn’t help but mutter, “Sinir’s really something else.”
Ynda let out augh. She saw Charles clearly now–total pro at acting devoted, except when it came to his first love. “Sean, I’ll take care of it. Thanks for the heads–up.”
Sean sighed and hung up.
Ynda kept driving, plotting how to make Sophie pay, when bam<b>–</b>someone rear–ended her, and it was Sophie.
Sophie was in a shy sports car, sunsses perched on her nose. When she saw she’d hit <i>a </i>600–thousand–dor Porsche, she let out a smirk.
Her manager whispered, “Stay in the car. You’re famous now–media’s everywhere. I’ll deal with this.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Okay. Make them pay<i>. </i>This car’s a gift from Charles.”
The manager cringed. They’d rear–ended the other car, and it was totally their fault–how could they ask for money?
Ynda got out and recognized the manager, her brow furrowing.
Spotting Ynda through the car window, Sophie took off her sunsses and rolled the window down. “Oh, it’s you, Tessa,” she said—she’d heard her name from someone.
Sophie then pulled out apact to touch up her makeup, looking way too pleased with herself <b>as </b>she asked, “By the way, how’s that talent? Heard he’s moving to Zack’s team. Think he’s even in shape to film right now?
“I told you not to cross me. I haven’t forgotten that p you gave me. Apologize and bark like a dog for an hour, and I’ll let your talent off the hook. Otherwise, his luck would run out for good next time.”
Ynda smiled, pulled out her phone, and started typing.
Sophie’s manager rushed over. “Ms. Gilbert, let’s work this out. You know if you tick off Mr.
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Ynda didn’t even nce at him. She snapped a pic of Sophie and sent it to a paparazzo she knew. She’d even got the headline ready: [Famous Actress Rear–ends Car and Harasses the Victim.]
Ynda wasn’t someone to mess with, especially not when she was still fired up getting hurt. If Sophie wanted a fight, Ynda was ready to show her who’d end down harder.
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The paparazzo moved fast. He posted the photo on a Twitter ount with 10 million. followers, even dropping the exact crash location.
As soon as the post went live, Ynda saw the notification, hailed a cab, and took off.
Sophie scoffed, figuring Ynda was just scared. She slid her sunsses back on and said impatiently, “She’s gone. Let’s bounce.”
No sooner had she spoken than cars swarmed them, and cameras started shing.
The manager’s face went pale. He grabbed his phone, pulled up Instagram, and saw the post had already racked up thousands ofments in minutes. “Oh no, this is a total disaster,” he cried.
Sophie’s car was stuck in the middle, boxed in. She flushed bright red, tears spilling down her cheeks as anger coiled in her chest.
Back home, Ynda scrolled through the news. Sophie had been escorted away by cops- fined, and publicly called out for blocking traffic.
She found it funny and let out augh. But when she looked up, she froze–Renee was staring at her<b>, </b>curious. ‘Why’s Renee at Moonbay Estate today?‘ she wondered.
Renee was big into celebrity gossip, so she couldn’t resist asking, “You saw the trending stuff, right? You know Sophie?”
Ynda’s smile dimmed a little. “No. Do you?”
Guilt flickered in Renee’s eyes<b>–</b>she knew Sophie was Charles’s secret fling. He’d even taken Sophie on business trips<b>, </b>and Renee had gotten a car to keep quiet.
Still, she shook her head. “Nope, never heard of her. Why would I know some movie star?”
A sarcastic glint shed in Ynda’s eyes. ‘I used to be so naive, she thought. ‘Everyone knows Charles <b>is </b>cheating, and they’re all covering him.’
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Renee leaned back, looking every bit the spoiled rich girl. “That face mask you made mest time worked great. Whip up some more.”
She said it like it was no big deal. She figured Ynda worked for the Sinirs, and this <b>was </b>just part of her job.
Ynda bent down to change her shoes by the entryway, staying silent.
Renee had super sensitive skin. She’d seen tons of dermatologists, but none of them helped. She ended up allergic to most skincare products.
Back when Ynda was head over heels for Charles, she’d cared about every Sinir. She’d dug into skincare research and made those masks just for Renee. They worked, so Renee kepting back whenever she ran out.
Only then did Renee ever soften her tone. Any other time, her words were sharp, full of jabs.
Ynda wasn’t made of steel; those words definitely stung. But back then, just one tiny bit of kindness from Charles, and she’d brush it all off, forgive and forget.
Now, she’d seen it clearly–her ce in the Sinir household was no better than a servant’s. She headed for the stairs, muttering, “I forgot how to make it.”
Renee, who had been sitting with an air of arrogance, shot to her feet. “What are you talking about? You made that recipe up yourself. How could you forget? You just don’t want to, do you?”
Ynda kept going up the stairs, pretending not to hear.
Renee swiped the cups off the coffee table, fuming. ‘If it weren’t for these damn face masks, I’d have already pushed Charles to divorce this bitch by now,‘ she thought. ‘He never even liked her anyway!
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