Chapter 1197


    Carme had been bumming around at home for two days before Yulia’s assistant finally nagged her


    back to the set.


    She showed up in a different outfit, all masked and hatted up, ready to meet Yulia.


    Just past eight, and Yulia was already there.


    Ever since Estelle had given her a heads up, Yulia hadn’t beente again, and Mr. Tucker was over the


    moon. He even gave Estelle a special thanks.


    At this point, Yulia saw Carme’s get-up and snorted, “You think you’re a star or something? Even if


    there are paparazzi here, they ain’t going to snap a pic of you.”


    Carme was burning inside from Yulia’s mockery but didn’t bite back; she just took off her mask and


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    got to work.


    While Yulia was getting her makeup done, Carme asked the assistant, “Has anyone been looking for


    metely?”


    The assistant shook her head and said, “Nope.”


    Carme’s eyes shed as she asked, “Is there a guy named Victor on the set?”


    She had no clue how Estelle had found Victor or whether he was still on set.


    The assistant replied, chuckling, “No idea; I’ve never heard of him. With so many people on set, how


    am I supposed to remember everyone’s name?”


    Carme nodded, knowing she needed to shake Victor off ASAP and keep him under the radar of


    Simone and Bet.


    But things didn’t go as nned. As she was heading to the set, Victor suddenly bolted over, calling out


    loud, “Carme!”


    Carme felt her face heat up as all the crew and cast turned to look at her.


    Though she was just a private designer, nearly everyone on the set knew she was loaded. She had


    always maintained an image of being self-reliant and building her career without family backing.


    But Victor calling her in front of everyone made everyone look at her funny.


    After all, how could a rich person possibly have a brother who’s a temp worker?


    Carme pulled a long face, dragged Victor aside, and gave him a stern warning, “I’m telling you, stop


    calling me ‘sis”.”


    But Victor wasn’t fazed in the slightest, believing wholeheartedly that Carme was his real sister.


    So he immediately ditched Estelle and waited patiently for Carme’s appearance.


    Carme shot him a cold, disgusted look and said, “Even if we are blood rted, we’ve never met, and


    we have no feelings for each other. I’ve been a Macin since birth. The Macins are my real family.


    So stay away from me from now on. Go find Estelle; she’s your real sister.”


    Victor was thinking, Why on earth would he go find Estelle? First, they weren’t rted, and second,


    Estelle was broke; he didn’t want anything to do with her.


    He was seething at Carme’s hypocrisy but put on a pitiful face and said, “Carme, how could you


    say that? Blood is thicker than water; we’re born to the same mother; our parents are gone; we’re the


    only family left. If you don’t look out for me, who will?”


    He repeated the same line he used with Estelle to try to convince Carme.


    Carme felt a wave of disgust looking at Victor, as if she were looking at a pile of filth. “Are you and


    Estelle in cahoots against me?”


    “What does she have to do with this?” Victor asked, puzzled.


    Carme took a deep breath, trying to pawn Victor off to Estelle: “You two are the ones who grew up


    together. She’s had all the benefits of the Brown family, not me. I’m a Macin!”