Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 247

Yvonne nodded. “When I saw Queena this time, she looked terrible. Oscar is definitely not treating her like a fiancée. She’s having a hard time in that family, so I encouraged her to go complain to George. The only way we might get George to talk is if we drive a wedge between him and the Rogers family.”

“Do you think they might try to silence George, like they did with Colin?” Sandra asked suddenly, a worried look on her face.

Yvonne was silent for a moment, then shook her head. “Silencing Colin was already a huge risk for the Rogers family, and it even exposed Nexus Media. I don’t think they’d risk it again.”

As she spoke, an idea seemed to spark in her mind, and her eyes lit up. “The Rogers family won’t make a move, but we can. If George found out that not only are they mistreating his precious daughter, but they also plan to get rid of him just like they did Colin, do you think he might turn on them?”

Sandra’s eyes lit up as well. However, arranging something inside a prison without getting caught would be difficult. At the very least, they didn’t currently have the contacts for something like that.

“I’ll do my best to arrange it, but it might take time.”

“Right,” Yvonne agreed. “Slow and steady. Haste makes waste.”

Sandra’s car finally pulled up in front of the apartment building where Yvonne was staying.

Yvonne unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.

Sandra leaned over. “The wrap party is tomorrow. I’ll come pick you up in the morning.”

“Okay,” Yvonne said with a nod before turning to go upstairs.

The next day, Yvonne woke up early to do her makeup and change into her dress.

The gown Sandra had prepared for her was a white slip dress, paired with pearl jewelry, creating a pure and gentle look.

With her long, wavy hair falling loosely around her shoulders, Yvonne’s entire demeanor seemed to soften.

The group of women followed Ms. Jane into a luxurious private club in Istra.

The lavishly decorated private room was dimly lit.

Five or six men were already seated on the sofas—some young, others middle-aged.

They were drinking and chatting, but when Ms. Jane led the women in, they all looked up, their eyes scanning the group like they were inspecting goods on a shelf.

The look made Yvonne deeply uncomfortable.

“This is Mr. Ward, our film’s investor. This is Mr. Cooper, Mr. Reed, and this, the one and only Mr. Darcy Rogers.”

After the introductions, Ms. Jane began presenting the actresses to the executives and heirs.