She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 476

The insult was loud and vicious, immediately snapping the attention of everyone nearby.

The producer, noticing the commotion, hurried over. "Yolene, you have a 7 a.m. call time tomorrow. You should really head back and rest."

Yolene completely ignored the producer. She pointed a manicured finger right at Loyce, raising her voice even louder to ensure every single person on set heard her. "Producer Jefferson, are your casting standards really this pathetic now? You're just letting random street trash on set without background checks? Her! She is the psychotic stalker trending online who ruined Holt's voice and his entire career! You're letting someone like her onto this production? Are you trying to tank this movie before it even hits theaters?! Do you want us all to be boycotted?!"

Producer Jefferson looked at her daughter, Hazel, and then at Loyce, completely bewildered. "Yolene, I think there's a massive misunderstanding here. This is..."

"I don't care who she is!" Yolene tipped her chin up, radiating arrogant fury. "Bottom line is, I refuse to look at them. From now on, if they are on this lot, I walk. It's either them or me! Choose right now, or I'm tearing up my contract!"

Yolene was absolutely convinced that Loyce was just a powerless, desperate wannabe trying to break into the industry. Even if Hank Lonsdale was backing her, he would undoubtedly drop her the second she became a massive PR liability.

"Yolene, you really don't understand!" Producer Jefferson pleaded, trying to defuse the bomb. "This is my daughter, Hazel, and this is her friend..."

"She is my guest. Tell me, Yolene, do you have a problem with me?"

A chilling, commanding voice cut through the chaos, freezing the entire set.

Everyone turned to see Renee. The A-list superstar had finished her scenes and changed back into her street clothes. She walked straight past the crew and positioned herself deliberately in front of Loyce, acting as a human shield. Her eyes locked onto Yolene's distorted, shocked face with absolute zero warmth.

"I bought that chair with my own money. I leave it here so my friends have a place to sit. Since when do my personal belongings require your approval, Yolene?" Renee didn't yell, but her voice carried the terrifying, effortless authority of a true Hollywood titan. The entire set went dead silent. "Throwing a tantrum over a piece of furniture and threatening a walkout... you really think you're the queen of the world, don't you?"

Yolene was completely blindsided. The idea that an untouchable megastar like Renee would personally stoop down to defend a nobody like Loyce had never even crossed her mind. All the color drained from Yolene's face. She opened her mouth, but the sheer weight of Renee's presence crushed the words in her throat.

She genuinely couldn't fathom why someone as notoriously aloof and drama-free as Renee was going to bat for this girl!

"Are you seriously defending her?!"

Renee stared her down. "I'm just trying to stop you from digging your own grave."

Yolene felt like her head was going to explode. "Fine! I said what I said! I absolutely refuse to share a set with a toxic liability!"

With that, Yolene spun on her heel and stormed off.

The moment she got back to her trailer, she immediately snapped a photo of her red, teary eyes and posted it to Twitter, hungry for the resulting PR bloodbath.

Renee turned back to Loyce. "Lucian gave me a heads-up. Come on, let's go talk in my RV."

Loyce followed her into the massive motorhome.

"Mom! He's a VIP, don't harass him!" Hazel frantically tried to pull her away.

"It's fine."

Lucian didn't brush her off. He paused and took a quick picture with her.

Shaking, Zoe put her phone away and shoved Hazel forward to show him to the RV.

Only after Lucian disappeared into the motorhome did Zoe's brain reboot. If everything her daughter just said was true, then Yolene hadn't just stepped on a landmine—she had swan-dived into a volcano.

"Oh, crap," Zoe muttered. She sprinted back to the director's tent, bursting in just as he was yelling into his headset.

"What is Yolene's problem now?! She's threatening to walk? Over what?! Who the hell are those two extras anyway?!"

*Knock, knock.*

Zoe rapped on the tent pole. "Director Miles, we have a massive problem."