Chapter 302

After receiving the address from Derek, Sienna rushed over. "Sienna, you finally made it!" Derek exclaimed excitedly, running out. "Charles thought you were coming last night, but after waiting forever, Mr. Carter nearly ate me alive!"

Sienna chuckled. "I'm sorry, Derek."

"You're here now, and that's all that matters; my life is saved! Let's go, Mr. Carter is waiting!"

In the large conference room, Sienna met Charles. "Mr. Carter, it's great to see you again."

Charles smiled and gestured toward a chair. "Please, sit down. Since we know each other, let's skip the formalities."

"Sure," Sienna replied with a smile, taking a seat.

Charles said, "Derek probably filled you in on the situation. If there are no issues, we can start the signing."

His decision felt too abrupt. Sienna felt uneasy. "Mr. Carter, you know I have no performance experience."

Charles interjected, "How can you say that! I've seen your contemporary dance performance; every kind of acting requires you to really get into character and feel the emotions. Acting and performing are no different. Don't overthink it," Charles encouraged confidently. "I believe you can do this."

"Mr. Carter," Sienna said, unconvinced, "I worry I might let you down."

"It's your turn to trust me!" Charles insisted. "Trust my judgment, please!"

Sienna couldn't help but smile softly. "Sienna, just agree to it," Derek urged. "If Mr. Carter believes in you, then you can do it! Is Mr. Carter the type to settle for less? I searched for others, but he turned them all down! It was frustrating!"

His comment made everyone laugh. It was true: Charles was known for being exceptionally discerning in the industry. Taking a deep breath, Sienna made her decision. "Okay, I will… give it a try."

She was currently unemployed. It was a way to repay Derek and Charles for their kindness.

"Wonderful! Derek, get the contract ready and remember to send the script to Sienna."

"I got this!"

In the afternoon, Joyce was napping while Sienna prepared cheesy sweet potatoes to share with Seth. Her phone pinged with a message from Josiah.

Josiah: [How is Joyce?] Sienna: [She’s fine, no fever right now]

Sienna went into Joyce's room, recorded a short video, and sent it. Josiah opened it and saw Joyce asleep, arms raised above her head. Her cute, chubby face and pouting lips were adorable. "Absolutely adorable," Josiah chuckled softly, saving the video. Just then, his work phone rang. It was the executive vice president of East Entertainment.

"What's going on!"

"Mr. Flynn, Ms. Young has suddenly gone missing. Do you know where she is!"

"What do you mean?" Josiah was confused. He had been focused on Sienna and Joyce, unaware of Yvette's situation. "Isn't she busy with the variety show at the TV station? Haven't you gone there to look for her?"

"The TV station staff told me she's missing! They're currently filming the show, and just before the second round, she suddenly disappeared." Josiah frowned. "Then go find her! What do you need me for!"

"I've tried! Neither her manager nor her assistant knows where she is! Her phone is off, and her residence is unknown. Mr. Flynn, I'm completely helpless!"

Josiah rubbed his temples. "I see. Wait for my news."

"Okay, Mr. Flynn."

After hanging up, Josiah immediately called Howard. "Howard, do you know where Yvette went?" He suspected Yvette had argued with Howard and was sulking. But Howard seemed unaware. "Missing?"

"Howard!" Josiah was surprised. "Your fiancée, and you ask me?"

Howard sighed quietly. "I will take care of it." He called Hervey. "Find out where Yvette has gone."

Hervey quickly retrieved Yvette's flight information and reported back. "Ms. Young has flown to Lacustria."

Simultaneously, Howard received a message from Yvette: [Howard, I don't understand why things have suddenly become so serious. I was too harsh in my last words; I shouldn't have lashed out at Bobby, who is just a kid. But have you ever thought about my feelings? You suddenly got a child, what am I supposed to do? Maybe you're right. I can't accept this; let's break up. Don't come looking for me, I need some time alone.]

Josiah called again, asking about Yvette's situation. "Howard, do you have any news about Yvette?"

"Yes," Howard replied honestly, forwarding Yvette's message.

Josiah was speechless. "Howard, what are you going to do? Are you really going to end like this?"

Howard sighed softly. "I have no specific plans; our relationship has always been up to her. Whether to marry or separate, it was all her choice." He added, "If you have any suggestions, feel free to share."

Josiah had no ideas. They both treated Yvette similarly—always accommodating her wishes. "Let her be," Howard sighed. "If she wants to leave, she can; if she wants to come back, the Flynn family will always welcome her home."

Since Rosie was blind, her caregiver, Amy, slept in the same room. Late at night, both were asleep. Suddenly, Rosie threw off the covers and stood up.

"Ms. Miller?" Amy woke, rubbing her eyes. "What do you need? Do you want to use the restroom or have some water?"

Rosie seemed not to hear, opening the door and stepping outside. "Ms. Miller?" Amy worried she might fall and hurried after her. Outside, she found Rosie lifting her arms, groping around, as if searching for something.

"Ms. Miller?" Amy frowned. "What are you looking for?"

Rosie didn't respond, continuing to fumble. Watching her, Amy felt a chill of fear. She was sleepwalking.

Amy saw Rosie reach the sofa, pick up a cushion, cradle it, and gently pat it as if soothing a child. Amy gasped, covering her mouth in fear, drenched in cold sweat.