After his outburst, George seemed to regain some semblance of control. He walked over to Teresa and put an arm around her shoulders. “I’m sorry, did I scare you? It’s just… that woman has driven me crazy. You know how this industry works. It’s not uncommon for people to use their bodies to get ahead. The company invested so much in her, made her a star. And this is how she repays us? With betrayal.”
Teresa shrugged off his arm, still fuming. “How dare you take your anger out on me! Am I your punching bag? I don’t care about Marina. Just fix this, George. Don’t let me be humiliated in front of my father.”
“Don’t worry, Teresa. I’ve already got my team on it,” he said, his tone softening as he tried to placate her. “I’ve been running this company for years. I’m not going to let some little tramp bring me down.”
He pulled her closer, his voice smooth. “Your father’s birthday is next month. I had my assistant acquire a porcelain vase at an auction. He’ll love it.”
“Well, at least you’re thinking,” Teresa sniffed, her anger beginning to subside. “I’ll have the maids clean this up. Try not to let it get to you. Come downstairs and eat.”
“Alright. I just need to sort through some documents. I’ll be down in a minute,” George said with a forced smile.
Teresa carefully stepped over the broken shards and left the study, only to find Yvonne standing right outside the door.
“Oh, Yvonne, you’re back,” Teresa said, her smile returning.
“Yes,” Yvonne replied coolly.
“The company is going through a difficult time right now,” Teresa warned. “I need you to keep a low profile and stay out of trouble. The last thing we need is for you to make your father even angrier.”
“I believe there’s a saying,” Yvonne said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “‘If you do no wrong, you fear no ghosts at midnight.’ If Dad hadn’t done anything wrong, he wouldn’t be in trouble.”
Teresa frowned. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

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