"Kathy, I know you're a fan of Noah Hunter and envy me for being the lead actress with a kissing scene with him, but you can't level such accusations at me..."
Yvonne's sobs grew louder.
Yet, anyone with an ounce of discernment could see through her act. Despite her lack of talent, there were those who believed her blindly.
Sure enough, the male staff member who had been fawning over Yvonne frowned. "So that's your game, Katherine. For such a trivial matter, you dare slander our esteemed Yvonne. Besides, Noah is a celebrated movie star, and you think you're worthy of him? Only our Yvonne deserves such stature."
I was left speechless. I had merely done Yvonne's makeup and watched the TV series she and Noah starred in. How had this transformed into an obsession with Noah?
More importantly, I had a boyfriend.
"As for you, I don't even find you appealing..."
Unable to endure his insult further, I fixed him with a cold glare and uttered, "Silence."
The man recoiled, intimidated by my demeanor.
After all, my true profession often required me to interact with the deceased.
Having quelled the gossip, I turned my attention back to Yvonne.
"Yvonne, stop your acting."