StartNovelChapter 996: As the finality of those words settled in, Heidi rose slowly, her face a pale, blotchy mask of despair. But as she turned to leave, her eyes locked onto Yvonne and Margie-burning with a hatred so sharp it almost choked.
Yvonne caught the venomous glare and smiled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPredictably, the sight only fueled Heidi's rage.
"Mr. Griffin, we'll be heading out now. We still have to prep the next shoot for 'Kitty Loves Fish,'" Yvonne said casually, her gaze already past Heidi, as if she were no longer worth noticing. Margie trailed her out of the office, practically bouncing.
"This is amazing! That witch is finally out of our lives. I can't tell you how many times I had to watch my back around her." Yvonne chuckled. A weight had lifted from her shoulders, and it showed in the lightness of her step. "Honestly? I used to think she was kind. But she really dug her own grave this time." Not long after, they saw Heidi emerge from Morse's office, head lowered and face ghostly pale. She drifted down the corridor like a shadow, returning to her desk to pack up.
There wasn't much—just a handful of personal items that she tucked into a small cardboard box. She began the slow walk toward the exit, cradling the box to her chest. But halfway there, she abruptly turned.
Yvonne was bent over her computer, focused on her screen, when Margie gave her a sharp elbow to the side. She looked up just as the angry Heidi approached.
"Heidi, I hope you'll take this as a chance to reflect and be a better person. Don't make a habit of hurting others." Heidi leaned in and scoffed. "You must be real proud of yourself right now. But don't get too smug-your luck won't last forever." Then she suddenly lunged as if to shove her, but Yvonne moved first, shoving back with a firm hand. Heidi stumbled back a few steps, heels clacking as she caught herself.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRed-faced and furious, she stormed off without another word.
Yvonne didn't spare her a second glance. Whatever fire Heidi had left, she doubted it would burn for long. But outside the building, Heidi paused. She stared up at the Stylist Magazine sign as if it had personally betrayed her, eyes rimmed with tears and blistering resentment.
For a long moment, she just stood there, motionless. Then something flickered in her gaze like she had remembered something. She yanked out her phone and typed out a text, "Miss Tucker, do you have ttonight? I'd like to buy you dinner. There's something I need to tell you about Yvonne."
Shelly read the message and sent her a location for a restaurant.
Heidi didn't waste a second. She flagged down a cab and sped across town. When she alrived, Shelly was already seated at a table by the window, waiting.
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