Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 248

“This is Hannah, the girl-next-door type. Mr. Ward, weren’t you just saying how lovely she is, and what a fine actress?” With that, Ms. Jane pushed Hannah toward Mr. Ward.

Hannah, seemingly accustomed to such scenes, smiled sweetly, filled a glass, and toasted Mr. Ward before gracefully sitting down beside him.

Mr. Ward’s hand landed on her bare thigh, rubbing it suggestively.

“Oh, Mr. Ward, you’re terrible,” Hannah chided, playfully removing his hand from her leg. It was clear she was an expert at handling these situations.

Mr. Ward wasn’t offended. He just laughed heartily and drained his glass.

Next, Ms. Jane guided the other actresses to the men present. Since Yvonne was standing at the back, she was the last to be introduced.

“And this is Yvonne, our rising star. She’s incredibly popular right now, with a legion of admirers,” Ms. Jane said, then gestured to the empty seat next to Darcy Rogers.

“There’s a spot next to Mr. Rogers. Yvonne, why don’t you sit there?”

When Ms. Jane finished speaking, Yvonne didn’t move. She just stood there, looking at the director with a cold smile.

No matter how slow she was on the uptake, she could see it now. The talented, celebrated director also moonlighted as a madam.

It seemed the rot in this industry went far deeper than just Nexus Media.

Seeing Yvonne standing motionless, Ms. Jane grew slightly annoyed. She’d never met such a clueless young actress before.

“The girl is just shy,” Ms. Jane said with a laugh, grabbing Yvonne’s arm. She leaned in close and whispered a threat in her ear, “Yvonne, have you not woken up to reality yet? The Spencer family is finished. Stop acting like a princess. That company you and your agent started won’t survive being crushed by real money.”

“Is that a threat?” Yvonne raised an eyebrow, a chill in her beautiful, fox-like eyes.

His eyes raked over her from head to toe before a wicked smile spread across his face. He seemed quite satisfied with what he saw.

“Sit,” Darcy said, patting the spot next to him.

Yvonne sat down beside him but couldn’t be bothered to look at him.

Instead, she reached for an unopened can of soda from the coffee table, popped it open, and began to drink slowly.

Darcy turned his head, squinting at her with a smirk, and draped his arm around her shoulders.

Yvonne’s hand, holding the can, paused for a fraction of a second. She turned her head slightly, casting a cold glance at the roaming hand on her shoulder. “Get your hand off me.”