Eleanor Hollis listened from the side, feeling quite pleased. This Evan Yancy really knows how to talk, and if you can talk, just say a bit more! Yvette Jacobs’ face grew paler and her eyes reddened as she leaned slightly towards Julian Sterling. This small gesture was noticed by everyone present. Julian Sterling rubbed his brow, casting a faint glance at Evan Yancy. "Say less, I know Yvette isn’t like that." Evan Yancy raised an eyebrow and stopped speaking. But at that moment, Yvette Jacobs stepped forward. "It’s okay, Julian. My return at such a critical moment really does lead to misunderstandings, but I still want to tell you, I’m not here for your money, or your status. To me, you’re just Julian Sterling." The woman’s sweet words were moving, and since Julian Sterling was already fond of her, how could he not be swayed? But to Eleanor Hollis, such sweet talk was unbearably saccharine. The atmosphere in the private room became even more stifling. Probably sensing the general dislike towards her, Yvette Jacobs began to cry softly. "Julian, I want to go home." She lightly tugged on Julian Sterling’s sleeve and said softly, though her eyes kept glancing over at Hugo Quinn. Among the men, Hugo Quinn was probably the wealthiest, having frequently been named the richest. If she could persuade Hugo to help the Jacobs Family make a comeback, there might still be a chance, but everything would require careful planning. Yvette Jacobs quickly set her sights on Hugo Quinn, having heard that people in high society love to indulge. What kind of indulgence this man might prefer, she didn’t know. Even though the Jacobs Family was bankrupt, Yvette Jacobs still held some pride. The upper class looked down on those in the entertainment industry, thinking of them all as actors without much social standing. So, despite Julian Sterling’s success, she still felt a bit uncomfortable, although she couldn’t deny that Julian was indeed wealthy. Yvette took a deep breath, her gaze swinging between the men. "I’ll take her back home first, let’s gather another day." Julian Sterling had already stood up, reaching out to embrace Yvette Jacobs. The others seated didn’t say anything, the atmosphere somewhat awkward. Julian Sterling rubbed his temples helplessly, understanding what his brothers were thinking, yet finding it somewhat amusing. "I’ve known Yvette for many years. She really isn’t the kind of person you think she is. Time will prove it. Please don’t give me the cold shoulder. Can you give me this courtesy?" Julian Sterling had a very good temper, the best among the four of them. Hearing him say this, everyone stood up one after the other. "Of course, we wouldn’t dare disrespect you, let’s go, the main figure isn’t here anymore, staying here isn’t much fun either." Julian Sterling patted Evan Yancy’s shoulder, a grateful look in his eyes. Though Evan spoke bluntly, he had a soft heart. The group slowly walked out, and at the KTV entrance, everyone prepared to part ways. Hugo Quinn opened the car door for Eleanor Hollis. Yvette Jacobs’ eyes were filled with surprise. The relationship between Eleanor Hollis and Hugo Quinn seemed unusual. She had previously thought Eleanor was just a companion. "Who’s the woman with President Quinn? They seem pretty close." She turned to ask Julian Sterling, noticing he gently caressed her head. "That’s his wife, Eleanor Hollis. Maybe you’ll become friends in the future." Wife? Hugo Quinn was already married? A hint of resentment flickered through Yvette’s heart, and once in the car, she casually inquired about Eleanor Hollis from Julian Sterling. Upon learning that Eleanor was from the countryside, her mockery deepened. So she was just a country girl. Hugo Quinn probably chose to marry her because of Marcus. Otherwise, how could a man like him allow a rural woman to stand by his side? "Julian, your friends don’t seem to like me." She said weakly, nestling into his embrace. Julian Sterling didn’t speak. He could also feel that both Hugo Quinn and Evan Yancy didn’t like Yvette. "They might have some misunderstandings about you. Rest assured, once they get to know you thoroughly, they will definitely like you." Yvette nodded, not saying another word. Currently, she and Julian Sterling were living together, residing in Julian’s apartment. The environment here was good. Though Julian had many more luxurious properties elsewhere, he liked this one the most. "Julian, let’s rest." From behind, Yvette gently hugged Julian, her eyes calm. Julian’s body trembled slightly, then he turned to embrace her in return. "Mm, alright. I have to film tomorrow, so I need to sleep early tonight." The two lay in bed, curled up against each other. Yvette’s mind was filled with thoughts, especially about Hugo Quinn’s tenderness toward Eleanor Hollis. Julian Sterling was very gentle, but he didn’t have Hugo’s status. That night, Yvette had a shameful dream. She dreamt that the person beside her transformed into Hugo Quinn, and as she approached him, he repeatedly murmured her name in her ear, as if trying to envelop her. For more chapters visıt 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 The feeling in the dream was so beautiful that she didn’t want to wake up. Upon waking the next morning, she could vividly recall everything from the dream, including Hugo Quinn’s whispers. Her heart was racing, her cheeks flushed. A cold hand was placed on her forehead, accompanied by Julian Sterling’s gentle voice. "Your face is very red, do you have a fever?" Yvette quickly shook her head, pulling him out of bed. After breakfast, she wanted to follow Julian to the film set, persistently begging until he agreed. From afar, Gloria Galloway spotted Julian Sterling with a woman at the set. In the past, this would have been unthinkable. Julian had always kept himself out of gossip, never having rumors with actresses. She hurried over, and upon seeing the woman’s face, her body went rigid. So it was her. "Best Actor Sterling, your public information is still single, hope you restrain yourself. It wouldn’t be good if the press catches wind." Her heart was bleeding, yet she forced herself to say this to Julian Sterling with a brave face. Yvette looked at Gloria with indifference, a sharp glint in her eyes. Though she didn’t love Julian Sterling much, she wouldn’t allow any other woman to have designs on him. She wouldn’t make a mistake about this; this woman loved Julian dearly. "I’ll announce that I have a girlfriend. You don’t need to worry about this." Julian’s voice was cold, at least it sounded cold to Gloria. Gloria’s mouth was filled with a metallic taste; she had bitten through her tongue. Julian truly cared for this woman, having waited so many years for her return. Seeing the pain in Gloria’s eyes, Yvette smirked and deliberately leaned closer to Julian.