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Chapter 46

It was late at night, and Hugh was dragging his shattered leg down a filthy alley, every step a battle. The sharp

click of high heels echoed behind him, making him freeze in place.

When he saw Yolanda step into the light, he gave a bitter twist of his lips. “Mrs. Sinclair, you were right. Mr.

Sinclair really did letlive.”

Yolanda stood tall, her bag in hand, her back straight as a rod. “Dr. Thornton, you resent me. Sure, those rich

wives forced your hand, but can you swear you still have a shred of compassion left as a doctor?”

Her words stabbed straight into Hugh's heart. He stood there, dazed for several seconds, memories flooding

back-how he’d once sworn to his mentor to always put saving lives first. But in the end, he'd let himself get

swept up by money and power.

Those women who becmistresses were at fault, but he was far from cleaning hirnself. He stayed silent.

dragging his injured leg onward.

Yolanda watched his retreating figure. “If you do this, your daughter won't end up as their pawn. record, they

won't dare use her. She can go abroad.

With your

“I know you're not willing to accept this, Dr. Thornton, but if you keep sinking into this mire, it won't end well for

you.”

Hugh limped away, and after a few seconds, his voice echoed from the distance, “Take care of yourself, Mrs.

Sinclair.

Yolanda stood there, letting out a soft chuckle. The moment when she started lying to Charles, she'd crossed

him. He would never forgive anyone for betrayal.

Since she had betrayed him once, she was facing a tough choice now: either she had to keep lying forever, or

she needed to face the consequences.

She lowered her lashes, her heels clicking as she made her way forward. Once she got in her car, she headed to

the hospital to check on William. He was doing much better.

Word was that Charles had been running all over the country, hunting for a kidney donor. Things were getting

messy in the Sinclair family after the scandal, and his two uncles were already making moves. But none of that

had anything to do with Yolanda.

A week later, Charles managed to find a kidney donor by throwing money around. After the surgery was done, he

finally made it home.

Yolanda hadn’t seen Charles in a week.

Her stuwas finally finished, and lan was coming back from the shooting set. She had to drive out to pick him

up herself.

She reached out to Sophie using Tessa’s number. Ever since she'd spilled the beans about Joelle, Sophie had

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been constantly messaging her, desperate to know how she could make Charles hers for good.

The last tCharles left Sophie's bed, he hadn't called her once. Sophie was terrified he'd already moved on, In

just over two weeks, she’d lost nearly ten pounds.

Sophie sent: [Tessa, as long as you can helpwin him over, I'll do whatever you say.]

Yolanda was driving to the train station when she saw the message, a sly smile curling on her lips. This was

exactly what she wanted-Sophie eating out of her hand.

She replied: [Mr. Sinclair is free tonight. He just got his biggest problem out of the way, so he'll be looking to

relax.

[Head to Muse Club. You might just bump into him. If you cry a little, he'll feel bad for you and crunning

back.]

Sophie's eyes lit up at the message. [Okay.]

After being ignored by Charles for more than two weeks, Sophie was about to lose her mind. She never imagined

he could be this heartless.

Yolanda pulled her car into a corner spot and sent lan her location. Soon enough, she spotted a figure in a black

tracksuit heading her way. He wore a hat and a mask, but his tall, lean build made him stand out in the crowd.

The car door opened, letting in a rush of sunlight and fresh air. lan slipped inside, closed the door, lowered his

lashes, and greeted her sweetly, “Hey, Yol- Ms. Grant”

Yolanda remembered how last the'd said he was hungry and she'd just told him to go eat sbread.

Thinking about it now, she felt a bit heartless, but she really didn’t want to get involved. “Mm.”

She started driving toward his place and asked, “Did Zack give you any trouble afterward?”

lan answered in a low voice, “Nope.”

The car went quiet for a moment. There was a stubborn streak in him, like he was quietly pushing back against

her, an unspoken tension hanging in the air.

When they pulled up outside the villa, Yolanda hopped out first and unlocked the door with her fingerprint. “Head

upstairs and freshen up. I'll tell you about the role Ms. Sinclair has for you.” She'd promised to introduce him to

Simone once he got back.

lan picked up his black bag and headed upstairs. Half an hour later, he cback down, his hair still damp.

water dripping down.

He looked slim at first, but when he flexed, Yolanda could tell he packed a punch. Dressed in black silk pajamas,

he dropped into the seat across from her.

Yolanda pushed the audition script toward him. I pulled sstrings and got you a shot at the lead. If you land

it, you'll be catapulted to the A-list. We'll need to get you ready for the media and everything that comes

with it.”

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She stood up. “Get up; letsize you up.”

lan looked a little surprised but stood up anyway. Water dripped from his hair onto his chest, leaving a spreading

damp patch on his shirt.

Yolanda circled around him. “Your posture is great. No need for a movement coach.

He was tall, and as he lowered his lashes, he caught her lips curving in satisfaction. She was clearly appreciating

his physique. He quickly looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Yolanda stretched out his arm and gave his bicep a testing squeeze. Most guys skipped triceps at the gym, but

every inch of muscle on lan was just right.

She said, “Keep up your workout routine. The camera adds bulk, so you'll need to maintain this weight from

now on,

His gaze drifted back to her, and he found himself just watching her lips move, not catching a word she said.

After about ten minutes of checking him over, Yolanda looked up at him. “Did you get everything I said:”

He gave a quiet “Yeah.”

Yolanda nodded, checked the ton her phone. “I set up a meeting with Ms. Sinclair at the hotel for eight.

You've got a few hours to rest,” she said as she walked out, already calling Megan.

Megan was at the studio, doing a final walkthrough. They'd hired a ton of workers for the renovation, using only

the best materials to make sure it was ready to move into right away.

“Yolanda, | checked everything. It's perfect-just like the renderings. You should csee your office. It's

amazing! | might have to start calling you Ms. Grant from now on,” Megan said.

A smile flickered in Yolanda’s eyes. “What about your own office? Have you seen it yet?”

“Oh yeah, | checked it out. I'm over the moon. Yolanda, things are only going to get better from here, right?”

Yolanda was just about to get in her car when she heard someone call out behind her, “Ms. Grant, wait up”

“Yes?” She turned to see lan following her. She covered her phone, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. “Is there

something else?”

lan stood there in his black silk pajamas, hair tousled, looking a bit hesitant. “This script... There are a lot of

kissing scenes. And, uh, bed scenes, too.”

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