Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 147

George was so furious he was speechless.

Yvonne, having no desire to listen to his sputtering rage, simply hung up.

When she returned to the dorm, Doris and Marina were standing awkwardly by the bed, which was still a mess.

Daisy, however, had her chin held high, looking at Yvonne with an expression of pure arrogance and contempt, clearly expecting an apology.

“My father is a senior executive at Vivid Channel. You dare to offend me? None of the shows your family invests in will ever air on our network again. None of the artists signed to your family’s agency will ever get a spot on our channel. Your own father, George, acts like a damn puppy around me, and you have the nerve to piss me off?

“So what if I bully you, Yvonne? If I told you to eat shit, you’d have to get on your knees and eat it. And when you were done, you’d have to thank me for the privilege.”

Yvonne listened patiently until she finished, then held up her phone, the screen showing that it was recording.

Daisy was truly a spoiled, vicious idiot, completely oblivious to the fact that her own words could be her downfall.

When Daisy saw the recording, a flicker of panic crossed her face.

“Yvonne, you bitch! Who said you could record me?” she shrieked, lunging for the phone.

But Yvonne was too quick for her.

She slipped the phone into her jacket pocket. Then, with a swift movement, she grabbed Daisy’s shoulder, yanked her forward, and shoved her face-first onto the filthy mattress.

“Ah!” Daisy screamed as the foul-smelling mess soaked into her clothes.

She struggled to get up, but Yvonne held her down firmly in the filth.

It wasn't training or filming hours, so she wouldn't interfere more than necessary.

Daisy was a mess of snot and tears, her hair disheveled, her body covered in filth. The stench was so overwhelming that she started to gag before stumbling out of the room and running toward the washroom.

Yvonne pulled out a wet wipe to clean her hands, then turned to Doris. “Now, clean my bed. Or you’ll be the one sleeping in it tonight, and you can experience exactly what Daisy just did.”

Doris' face was a mask of cold fury, but she had seen what Yvonne was capable of. Reluctantly, she began to clean the bed. Marina started to help, but Yvonne stopped her.

“I told her to clean it, not you. Marina, you can try to be the nice one, but that doesn’t mean anyone will appreciate it.”

Marina gave an awkward laugh and stepped back.