Thanks to Thomas' massive influence, the buzz lingered for days. Yvonne kept her head down and focused on work. Fortunately, the film was heavy on action, with very few romantic scenes.
One afternoon, during a break from filming, she got a call from Sandra.
“They got Peter,” Sandra said, her voice tense. “He snuck into Marina’s room and tried to pull her oxygen mask off. The bodyguards you hired caught him red-handed. We have it all on camera. Attempted murder. He’s not getting out of this one.”
Their plan had worked. George, paranoid that Marina would wake up and expose him, had sent his right-hand man, Peter, to silence her for good. Peter, the CFO of Nexus Media, was now in custody, denied bail. If he talked, George would be next.
At his office, George smashed everything within reach. “Useless fool!” he roared.
“Chairman Spencer, it wasn’t entirely Mr. Zade’s fault,” his assistant stammered. “I’ve looked into it. It was a trap set by Ms. Jones.”
George’s face turned purple with rage. He had never liked Yvonne, but he had been reluctant to harm his own flesh and blood. Now, the bitch had pushed him too far. It was time she learned what happened to those who crossed him.
“Yvonne is on a film set, isn't she?” he said, his voice dropping to a low snarl. “Find some capable men…”

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