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Chapter_127
As Yvette stood up, her sharp command shattered the room’s tension. The makeup artist, Tony, who had been so confident in his condescending attitude, froze for a moment, not fully processing what had just happened. His eyes flickered between Yvette’s cold expression and the staff in the room. The assistant and interns shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to react, but one thing was clear—Yvette wasn’t someone to be disrespected.
Tony’s pride, built on years of being an untouchable celebrity in his field, pushed him to speak, but the words died in his throat when Yvette’s chilling gaze met his.
“Did you hear me?” Yvette’s voice was soft, but the icy undertone made it clear she wasn’t asking for a second chance. She was giving an order, and it was non-negotiable.
Tony blinked, his defiance faltering as he quickly regained some composure. His ego wouldn’t let him back down easily, especially not in front of the people he considered beneath him. He straightened up and sneered, “You think you can—”
Before he could finish, Yvette cut him off, her voice now sharp like a whip. “I said get out.”
The force of her words, combined with the icy aura around her, left no room for argument. Tony’s face reddened, and his hands balled into fists, but he recognized that continuing to challenge her would only make him look foolish. Reluctantly, he nodded sharply at his assistants and interns, signaling them to pack up.
“Let’s go. We’re done here,” Tony muttered, his voice low and tight with frustration.
The assistants and interns, clearly caught between their loyalty to their boss and the palpable tension in the room, exchanged looks. They had no choice but to follow him, though the intern who had stood up to him felt a quiet sense of relief. It was clear who was in control now.
As they left, Yvette watched them go without a word, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. She wasn’t one to be treated like a stepping stone, and today, she had made sure that lesson was delivered loud and clear.
Tony and his team were dismissed so easily, but it wasn’t just about the makeup artist’s arrogance. Yvette’s demeanor had broken through a layer of control that many tried to impose on her. The way she commanded the room showed that she wasn’t just a pretty face or an “unloved daughter” as they had thought. She was someone who would not be dismissed so easily.
Once they were gone, Yvette took a deep breath, her posture relaxing ever so slightly. She picked up her phone again, almost nonchalantly, as though the entire exchange had been a minor inconvenience. But inside, she was calculating her next steps. Tony’s little stunt with the makeup artist had only added to the list of people who would regret crossing her.
Meanwhile, in the living room downstairs, Nellie’s face burned with embarrassment and anger. She couldn’t shake the memory of Yvette’s words about her menopause. It was a direct hit to her pride, and there was no way she would forgive Yvette for it. As far as Nellie was concerned, this was just the beginning of Yvette’s downfall. Today, everything was going according to plan—Yvette was going to be humiliated at the banquet, and Nellie would be the one standing tall at the end of it.
However, Winona, who had been silently observing, felt a twinge of discomfort at the undercurrent of hostility in the room. She knew her mother would never forgive Yvette, but deep down, she wondered if it was truly necessary to keep pushing her into such situations. For now, though, she didn’t have the time to reflect on it—she was still playing the part of the perfect, adored princess, and that was her primary focus for the day.
As Yvette’s makeup artist team was escorted away, Winona made a mental note. Let’s see how much longer Mom’s plans will last.
Back upstairs, in the quiet of her room, Yvette allowed herself a brief moment to gather her thoughts. She had never been one to react impulsively, but she’d seen through Tony’s arrogance immediately. His disdain for her was clear from the moment he walked in, and she wasn’t going to let anyone treat her as if she were beneath them.
As the makeup artist team left the room, she walked toward the closet and pulled out the Vibe designer dress tucked away in the corner. She didn’t often care about brand names, but she appreciated craftsmanship. This dress, though, was different. It was a gift from someone who knew exactly what she needed—something that didn’t just fit her style, but her ambition.
With a sharp look in her eyes, Yvette knew she was done with the passive role people expected her to play. No more being overlooked, she thought. No more being underestimated.
She was ready for whatever came next—whether that was the banquet or dealing with the next challenge that arose.
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