"Who allowed you to come to the company? And what's this about you making a scene at the entrance? Have you no shame?"

"What did I say? That Queena is an imposter? That's not nonsense; it's a fact. The ones who should be ashamed are the kidnapper who stole me and the usurper who took my identity. I'm the victim. What do I have to be ashamed of?"

Yvonne sauntered over to the sofa opposite George's desk, sat down, and casually crossed her legs. She then turned to Sandra, who was standing nearby. "Sandra, could you please get me a coffee? A cappuccino, double shot, no sugar. Thank you."

"Of course, Miss." Seeing how effortlessly Yvonne handled George, Sandra suppressed a smile and left the room.

"Why did you suddenly show up here today? What do you want?" George asked coldly once they were alone.

"Oh, I want to become an artist signed with the company. That way, I can sign the contract for Mr. Turner's film as a Nexus Media talent. Dad, I'm your biological daughter. If I become famous, I'll make money for the company too. We should keep it in the family, right?"

George was taken aback. He hadn't expected her to want to become an actress. He figured she was just trying to compete with Queena again, foolishly thinking that getting signed would grant her the same access to resources. This idiot still hadn't learned her place.

But he wouldn't refuse her. Having her under contract would make her easier to control. If she got out of line, he could simply shelve her career indefinitely.

"Fine, you can become a signed artist. But once you do, you will follow the company's arrangements."

"Sounds good," Yvonne agreed nonchalantly.

Just then, Sandra knocked and entered with a tray. On it was a cappuccino for Yvonne and George's usual tea.

"Sandra, bring her an artist contract. From now on, she's a new talentin the company. You'll manage her for the time being, George instructed, subtly giving Sandra a pointed look as he took his tea.

"Yes, Chairman Spencer," Sandra replied. She quickly retrieved a contract and handed it to Yvonne.

Without even glancing at it, Yvonne flipped to the last page and picked up a pen.

"Ms. Jones, aren't you going to read the terms?" Sandra suddenly interjected. The moment she spoke, she felt George's cold glare on her, a clear reprimand for her interference.

But Yvonne paid her no mind, signing her name with a flourish. "It's a contract from my father. What's there to see? A father wouldnt trick his own daughter, would he? Even a vicious tiger won't eat its own cubs. If my dad were to scam me, he'd be worse than an animal."

She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, but George couldn't shake the feeling

that she was insulting him.

He took the signed contract, his

fingers tapping lightly on the paper as if he now held her fate in his now hands. "Since you've signed, you are now a company artist and must follow orders Mr. Turner's film isn't a good fit for you. The company will withdraw you from the project and give the role back to Queena," he declared righteously.

Yvonne let out a cold laugh. He still hadn't given up on getting the role for his bastard daughter.

"Even if I withdraw, the lead role won't go to Queena. Has she looked in a mirror lately? She doesn't have what it takes-"

"Shut your mouth! Who do you think you're talking to? Have you no respect for your elders?" Enraged, George snatched the teacup from his desk and hurled it at her.