Ynda looked at Daisy, who was standing there, and took a deep breath. “What brings you to the hospital?”
Daisy shook the medication in her hand. “I’m here to pick up some prescriptions. Remember I had some mental health issues before? I’m doing much better now.”
Ynda reached out and ruffled Daisy’s hair, treating her like a little sister. “Daisy, do you have any drugs that can amplify emotions? Like something that could make an angry person lose control?”
Daisy narrowed her eyes, recalling that Ynda had asked her for medication once before.
Noticing her hesitation, Ynda shrugged. “I’m not a good person, and I’ve told you that before. If someone hits me, I’m going to hit back.”
Daisy nced around and whispered, “Yeah, I have a close senior who works here at the hospital–she studied pharmacology. I’ll go find her and get it for you, but keep this between us. If anyone finds out, she could lose her job.” <fn4eb8> Fresh chapters posted on FιndNovel</fn4eb8>
Stuff like that isn’t supposed to be out on the market. Every gram is carefully tracked, and sneaking them out
isn’t easy.
Ynda hugged her, her tone calm. “Don’t worry. Even if my life depended on it, I wouldn’t tell.”
Daisy trusted her. She wasn’t sure why–maybe it was the way Ynda looked at her, so honest and stubborn.
It felt like if Ynda wanted something done, she’d make it happen no matter what. That kind of energy just rubbed off on people.
Once Ynda got the meds, she jumped in her car. She just had a feeling this stuff woulde in handy someday.
She headed straight for Ian’s set. He’d been trending non–stoptely, and as her only talent, she couldn’t afford to take her eyes off him.
Even now, she still couldn’t figure Ian out. He acted all cold in public, but when it was just the two of them, he burned hot as magma. She just couldn’t read him at all.
When she got to the set, Simone was busy coaching two actors through their scene, whilen sat off to the side, quietly resting.
Most of the other talents had assistants buzzing around them, but as Ian’s assistant, Ynda was rarely glued
to his side.
So, on set, Ian usually ended up flying solo.
Whenever Ynda came to the set, she’d throw on a mask and a hat–no way was she letting anyone recognize her.
She walked up behind Ian and tapped him gently on the shoulder.
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Ian was tall, with striking features and a strong presence. He turned around with his usual cool expression, but the moment he saw her, his eyes lit up and he looked like a puppy wagging its tail.
“Ms. Grant,” he called out softly.
She pressed a finger to her lips. “On set, call me Tessa. Now that you’re getting more famous, people are watching you. In public, you need to keep your distance from your assistant–sh–manager.”
His Adam’s apple visibly bobbed as he swallowed, his voice husky. “What about when it’s not in public?”
Ynda was at a loss for words for a moment, her cheeks growing warm.
She quickly grabbed a bottle of ice water and set it in front of him. “Here, drink this.’ I feel like I’ve been neglecting you. Look at everyone else—they’ve got assistants all over them. You’re out here on your own, no one to cool you off when it’s hot or toss you a nket when it’s chilly. I guess I should think about bringing in more help. Plus, Megan’s pregnant, so she probably won’t being to the studio for a while.”
“Megan’s pregnant?”
His eyes widened in surprise, but he just quietly twisted open the water bottle. “I can handle it. I’m tougher
than that.”
Ynda watched him tilt his head back to drink, his Adam’s apple moving up and down. She quickly looked away. “I’ll try to be around more until we get someone else on board. Before I came, I had a van ordered for you. That way, when you get tired between scenes, you can rest in the car.”
Anyway, Charles had just handed her ten million dors, which was more than enough to keepn well taken care of.
Ian’s lips curled into a faint smile as he nodded. “Mm–hmm.”
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He was ying a street thug, and when he gripped the steel pipe, his face was all menace. The vivid red scar shed across his cheek, and there was a savage beauty in his brutality.
Ynda stood there with her arms crossed, watching, when she heard the leadingdy talking nearby.
“He’s got some serious acting chops. Hand him my hotel cardter,” she said, twirling her hair.
Her name was Raelyn Cullen, a rarebination of talent and beauty. No wonder Simone had picked her.
Simone had always had high standards, especially when it came to the leads.
Raelyn had just snagged an award recently, and if some tabloid rumors linked her with Ian, it would only boost his career.
Ynda sat quietly to the side, saying nothing.
By the time Ian finished his scene and came back, Ynda was already holding the hotel key card Raelyn’s
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The agent’s tone was cool and all business. “As a fellow manager, you know what this is about.”
Ynda nodded. She knew.
Raelyn was clearly trying to get Ian into her bed–and maybe get some headlines out of it too.
Hookups like this were just another day in showbiz–totally normal in the industry.
Raelyn adjusted her sunsses, a sly smile on her lips. “I’ll be waiting for him tonight.”
With that, she left with her agent, even her back giving off major boss vibes.
Ian came over to Ynda, noticing the card in her hand but having no idea what it was.
Ynda tucked the card away, a faint smile on her lips. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”
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When they stepped outside the set, the six–hundred–thousand–dor van she’d ordered was already waiting.
She opened the door and peeked inside. She’d picked out every detail herself, and everything was made from the best materials. There was no strong leather smell–just a light touch of perfume lingering in the air.
She nced at Ian. “So, what do you think? You like it?”
Ian climbed in, and the next second, he reached out and dragged her in too.