“Does it matter? I’m already here,” Yvonne said with an indifferent shrug. She casually tossed a printed contract onto his desk. She hadn’t just entered his office without permission; she had also found the contract he had been holding back.
“You blocked my contract. What are you trying to pull?”
“This reality show isn’t a good fit for you. I’ll have Sandra find you something else,” George said, showing no guilt for his actions. As her father, he believed he had the final say in her career. Queena was facing a massive online backlash and desperately needed a positive, wholesome project to repair her image. This contract had to be hers.
“A positive, military-themed show isn’t right for me, but it’s perfect for Queena? The illegitimate child of an affair? Does she even deserve it?” Yvonne sneered.
“Shut your mouth! How dare you slander Queena!” George roared, his eyes blazing with a fury that could have torn her apart.
Yvonne met his gaze without flinching. “I’ve always wondered why you treat a foster daughter better than your own flesh and blood. So, I had a little DNA test done. Tell me, if your wife were to find out that Queena is your illegitimate daughter with Megan, do you think she’d tear you to shreds?”


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