Just as Laicas was unsure how to proceed with Yvette, a housekeeper announced, “Lucas, the makeup artist has arrived and is waiting.”

Hearing this, Lucas instructed the housekeeper to bring Winona from the west wing for makeup. He then approached Yvette, seated on the couch.

“Ms. Zeller,” he said, “the makeup artist is here. Please return to your room; I’ll send them up shortly.”

Uninterested, but mindful of Lilian’s dying wish, Yvette nodded curtly, replying, “Got it.”

Lucas, about to elaborate, was interrupted by Winona and Nellie’s return. “Lucas,” Nellie said, “the makeup artist is here. Quickly, send her to Winona’s room. We can’t be delayed.”

Noticing Yvette, and with Zachary absent, Nellie’s pretense faltered. “Oh, Yvette, you’re here too? My eyesight’s failing,” she said insincerely.

The couch faced the door, making Yvette immediately visible. Yet, Nellie persisted in her rudeness.

Winona, observing silently, thought, Mother won’t let Yvette escape easily today! She decided to enjoy the spectacle without involvement, focusing on maintaining her image as the admired princess.

Yvette, fiddling with her phone, remained impassive. Her gaze held a distinct, cool arrogance.

“If your eyesight is failing,” she remarked, “you should have it checked sooner rather than later; there’s no going back.”

Nellie was speechless, her face flushing with rage. This brat is even more vicious than Lilian! she thought. I managed Lilian, but Yvette will be far more challenging!

Suppressing her anger, Nellie thought bitterly, Be as arrogant as you like; it won't last. I'll see you cry later.

Forcing a smile, she glared at Yvette, saying maliciously, “I truly hope you remain this sharp-tongued, Yvette.”

Yvette finally looked up, her expression one of utter disgust. Her silence enraged Nellie even more than any retort could have. Yvette’s disdain pushed Nellie to the brink.

Ignoring Nellie, Yvette put away her phone, started upstairs, then paused. Without turning, she uttered a remark that completely shattered Nellie’s composure.

Lucas stifled a laugh, thinking, Ms. Zeller is truly impressive. I can’t believe she mentioned Mrs. Chambers’ menopause in front of everyone.

Nellie’s menopause, begun only that year, was a closely guarded secret, confided only in Lora, who prepared her special remedies. However, secrets rarely remain hidden; the housekeeper had spoken of it privately, but none dared mention it aloud, fearing Nellie's reaction to aging.

The last thing Nellie wanted to acknowledge was her menopause. She consumed numerous supplements to maintain her youth and desperately wanted to keep it from Zachary, a matter of pride that reassured her of her continued desirability.

Yvette’s public revelation stripped away Nellie’s last vestige of dignity. Yvette entered her room, leaving Nellie fuming.

Lucas soon escorted the makeup artist and team upstairs.

In Yvette’s room, Lucas had removed Nellie’s cheap pink decorations, leaving only a few pre-existing outfits in the closet. Yvette paid them no attention.

Yvette’s makeup artist, Tony Leach, was known for his sharp tongue and tendency to bully newcomers. He’d made a deal with Nellie: a $15 million check for the job. He had a low opinion of Yvette, considering her reputation undeserved.

Upon entering, he noted the plain tracksuit and canvas shoes, the sparse decorations, and the outdated clothing in the closet. He recalled Winona’s room, filled with antiques and luxury items, and felt his disdain for Yvette grow. He believed Nellie’s assessment of Yvette as an unloved daughter.

He overlooked the custom-made tracksuit and the hidden Vibe designer dress—a gift exclusive to high-end VIPs—in his judgment.

Confidently, he instructed his assistants and interns without consulting Yvette. They felt uneasy, observing her quiet phone use.

One intern, summoning her courage, asked, “Ms. Zeller, where should we put this?”

Tony reprimanded her sharply, “Do your job!” The intern, though embarrassed, felt no regret, adhering to her mother’s teachings on politeness. She resigned herself to losing her job, feeling it insignificant compared to Tony’s poor instruction. An assistant felt sorry for her.

Then, from the couch, Yvette shouted, “Get out!”

Tony turned to see Yvette standing, her gaze cold and indifferent.