Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 73

“That’s a wrap on this scene. Let’s take a break,” Mr. Turner said, his expression strained, but his words offered Queena a way out of her humiliation.

Her assistant rushed over, draping a coat over her shoulders.

As soon as they were in the dressing room, Queena spun around and slapped Judy across the face.

“Are you blind? Didn’t you see me faint out there? Why didn’t you get me out of there immediately?”

“I—I did. But Yvonne was just too fast,” Judy stammered, holding her cheek.

Queena sank into a chair, her face swollen like a balloon, her chest heaving with rage.

Judy stood silently beside her, barely daring to breathe.

“Get me my phone,” Queena finally ordered.

Judy handed it over, and Queena immediately started a video call with Matthew.

…

After a morning of filming, Yvonne sat opposite Sandra, each with a boxed lunch.

“I had someone ask around. Justin was arrested, but he’s not talking,” Sandra said between bites.

“Mm,” Yvonne acknowledged. It wasn’t a surprise. Justin was a tougher nut to crack than Colin had been. Back when she was undercover, Justin had warned Colin about her more than once. If Colin hadn’t been so blinded by lust, she might never have gotten the evidence she needed.

Sandra’s brow was furrowed in thought. This was going to be a long road, but she had been prepared for that.

“My flight back to Istra is this afternoon. I’ve got a mountain of work waiting for me,” she said. “I’m not comfortable leaving you here alone. Should I hire an assistant for you?”

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