"What's happening here?" Kira asked as soon as she arrived at the reception. When she saw Queenie and recalled the picture Andrew had shown her, her lips quavered. Almost immediately, another lady in corporate wear. When she saw the situation, her gaze faltered. However, the other receptionist who had embarrassed Queenie disregarded the conflicted look in that receptionist's eyes and went on to complain to Kira. "Kira, this lady suddenly showed up and claimed she was phoned by you to come sign an endorsement contract. However, knowing she was lying, I tried to drive her away as politely as possible, but she was so bitter that she lashed out at me." Everyone around concurred with her. Kira on the other hand could only sigh. Regardless of Queenie's rudeness, the truth was, they were in big trouble for their words towards her. "Everyone return back to your previous places. Indeed, I was the one who called her under the direction of the President." She said with a straight face as s

When Queenie's eyes opened, she was surprised to see a man in black suit sleeping on the small patient chair beside her. When she looked down at her hand, she found out he entwined it with his. She thought she could slip out of his hand without waking him, but was disappointed when his eyes flew open the very next second. "You're up." He said sleepily, tightening his grip on her palm again. "How are you feeling?" Queenie nodded and tried to sit up, but was pushed back onto her seat by Pierce. "You just woke up. The doctor said it's advisable for you to stay in bed until you're strong enough." The man hissed. Despite his words, she still protested. "I was told to come to Glamour Entertainment today. What impression would I leave if I don't make it there today? They might say I'm abusing the little privilege I have." Pierce chuckled softly and pushed her back onto the bed again. "I don't think that's necessary again." "Huh? Why? Have I been laid off?" She gasped. Pierce shook hi

As Queenie stared at the three women all dressed casually, she couldn't believe her eyes. "What did you two say you're doing here?" She finally asked. However, the two women were smiling sheepishly. Only when Alicia poked them did they snap out of their thoughts. Regardless of her help, that didn't stop them from turning to glare at her. "Roxanne Nexter and Audrey Hepburn, to what do I owe this great visit?" Queenie asked again, this time, her eyes fluctuated between the two brow heads. Audrey, who had a frickle and was fond of putting on a serious countenance, spoke first. "It was just so unfair Jessica had to be the one to attend to you. I mean what does she know?" Now, that didn't go well with Jessica who was seated right beside Queenie. Before she could retaliate, the phone in Queenie's hand rang. Taking a look at it, she noticed it was from her manager, Anna. "Hello?" She spoke as soon as she answered the phone. "Do you realize you have a movie to shoot?" The harsh tone

As soon as she left, the phone in Jessica's hand rang and she excused herself to answer it. Having nothing else to do, Roxanne and Audrey searched for a spot and sat down. Then took out their phones to handle their company affairs. "How did she react?" Lucian asked from the other end. Jessica sighed and folded her free hand under her bosom. "I saw nothing on her face. However, I believe she was hiding how she really feels." "I feel so too. Pierce called me this morning and told me what she said when she saw the news. Apparently, my little sister has decided not to be so boring and deal with her enemies accordingly. I can't wait." Lucian retorted from the other end. The two talked for some minutes more before the call ended. When Jessica turned around, she almost got a heartache. It was Alicia's assistant. The one who had walked up to Queenie and spoken rudely to her."Seems you love snooping around." Jessica said with a frown. The assistant merely looked her over and walked pa

Vincent had only gone a little further from the house when Queenie asked him to turn around and head back to the house. He obliged and when he got to the house, he saw a familiar black Porsche shooting out of the gate and the horrified looks in the eyes of the maidservants. He needed one to tell him Pierce's weird temper had kicked in again and it was all because he argued with his younger brother. Again! Queenie didn't have the time to notice their expressions as she walked hurriedly into the house and straight into her room. She pushed the door open and heard a cold voice. "I think you should leave!" "Oh, if you say so." She muttered in disbelief and turned to walk out only to hear the man's hurried voice. "No, I wasn't talking to you." Slowly, she turned to look at him. With a shrug, she walked towards the man who was still embedded in a tuxedo. "I received an emergency call. Was told you were not fine." She said and looked him over. "However, you look fine to me." The ma