Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Cassius froze, a shadow crossing his eyes. "Is that all you care about?"

"What else? Liz just got out of one mess; what if she falls into another? And if those photos belong to that scoundrel Remington, I can't mess up Liz's chance at happiness. I need to figure this out!" Yolanda frowned, clearly worried.

But Cassius's face darkened. He had received a call from his family yesterday, setting him up on a blind date.

The date was set for today, and when he agreed to it, Yolanda had heard everything.

He thought Yolanda would be anxious, would probe and pry.

But from the moment he walked in, all she could talk about was Liz, not mentioning the blind date at all.

Maybe his biggest rival for attention wasn't Liz after all.

Or was it that even if he were to marry someone else tomorrow, she wouldn't bat an eyelid?

Irritated, Cassius pushed Yolanda aside and sat up, his voice cold.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"So you trust Hogan? Even with evidence right in front of you, you still defend him."

"One photo is not evidence. Even if it's real, that woman could just be a patient's family member, a friend, or a relative. Especially if the photo came from Remington, it's suspect!"

Cassius couldn't help but laugh in frustration. "Did Remington dig up your ancestors or something? Hasn't he been good enough to Liz? Without Remington, Liz would've been long gone at the hands of Hans Gardenia. Liz lost her child, and Remington... he lost not just a son but his mother as well..."

"What do you mean he lost his mother?"

Yolanda was confused, and Cassius realized he had said too much.

He frowned, quickly masking his expression. "Nothing. Mrs. Dashiell just went through some mental issues and went for treatment. It'll probably take a few years to get better."

"Ha, that old witch from the Dashiell family finally got what she deserved! Better if she's gone for good, so she can't..."

Cassius stood up, his face cold as he cut off Yolanda.

"Can you show some respect? No matter what, Mrs. Dashiell is an elder. She's already ill, and you're still cursing her." Yolanda's face turned cold too, her lips curling into a sneer.

"I was always petty and spiteful, never a match for the graceful and virtuous ladies Mr. Sterling knows. You said it yourself, you were only after a fling, telling me not to

pretend, not to covet what wasn't mine No matter how much b pretend, you'd never like someone like me, right? So why don't you go find your perfect, well-mannered lady of high society and call it quits?"

Cassius clenched his teeth, staring at Yolanda. "Is that really what you think?"

Yolanda huffed a laugh, climbing out of bed, naked and unashamed as she walked towards the bathroom.

"I've had enough. Get out."

As she passed by, Cassius suddenly grabbed her chin, his voice laced with anger.

"Yolanda, is this how you treat your benefactors? Believe it or not, I could have you kicked out of this production tomorrow!"

But another voice echoed in Yolanda's ears, equally authoritative.

"Ms. Yolanda, the entertainment industry is fulkof people like you. You're neither particularly beautiful nor outstanding. Your quick rise from behind the scenes to the forefront shows you're smart, taking advantage of my son. But my son is soon to be engaged to Margaret Miller of Glory Media. Some things don't need to be spelled out too clearly. I think Ms. Yolanda understands why I'm here today.

It doesn't matter if it's Ms. Yolanda or a top actress; against the heiress of Glory Media, being expelled from the industry would just take a word. And that's not even considering the Sterling family's influence.