Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 588

"All you do is defy me. Some days I wonder why you were ever born." Emma snapped, turning her head away in a huff.

Meanwhile, at the restaurant entrance.

Mignon watched Bennett's car disappear from view, the smile on her face vanishing instantly.

"Mom, you said you'd set us up if I was interested in the Thompson heir, but he has a girlfriend."

"His mom already told you, she's just some plaything he's toying with. Once Bennett gets bored, they'll be over," Nelly said calmly.

"Really?" Mignon's eyes lit up again.

"Of course. Do you really think the heir to the Thompson family would marry a nobody? When he marries, it will be to a lady from a prominent family, like you."

Nelly gently poked Mignon's forehead with a look of fond exasperation. "She's just a plaything. Your father has kept a few starlets and models on the side, hasn't he? After a while, he gets tired of them. I've never paid them any mind."

"So I can really marry Ben? That's wonderful!" Mignon beamed.

"Yes. Once you marry the Thompson heir, you'll be the future matriarch of the family. The richest family in Istra, their wealth is immeasurable. Not only will you live in luxury for the rest of your life, but our Powell family can also use the Thompsons' influence to secure our footing in Istra."

Nelly then added a reminder, "You need to focus your efforts on Mrs. Moore. If you can win her over, marrying into the Thompson family is just a matter of time. In high society, feelings are the least important thing. Suitable family backgrounds and parental approval are what truly matter."

"Don't worry, Mom, I understand," Mignon nodded sweetly. "You saw how much Mrs. Moore liked me."

"Of course. My Mignon is so smart, beautiful, and lovable. Who wouldn't like you?" Nelly said, looking at her daughter with satisfaction.

"Where did the clothes come from?" Sandra asked. "And don't tell me the assistant brought them. She already messaged me saying you weren't in the empty room. I sent her home."

Sandra reached out and touched the jade necklace. The imperial green was breathtakingly beautiful. Only the heir of the Thompson family would give away something so valuable so casually.

"Can't you and Mr. Bennett Thompson exercise a bit restraint? What if you get photographed? You're in a crucial stage of your career. For you, being in a relationship is professional suicide." Sandra dropped her hand from the necklace and jabbed a finger at Yvonne's forehead.

Yvonne rubbed her forehead and asked tentatively, "What if I get married?"

"Married? You're not even twenty and you're already thinking about marriage? I never took you for a love-struck fool! People in their thirties are still building their careers. What's your rush?"

Sandra grabbed her arm and led her down the steps, lecturing as they went. "The audition for 'The Cyan Fox' is in two days. You'd better be on your best behavior and get your head out of the clouds. If you don't land this role, you'll see how I deal with you."