Yvette Grant wasn't stupid. She knew full well that if she "danced with the mistress" this time, she'd become a laughingstock.
The Grant Family's reputation couldn't allow a third party like Meredith Rowan to appear at a family banquet, especially not one the Old Master was attending.
It was supposedly a recovery banquet, but everyone understood that most of the attendees were relatives or friends who were even closer than relatives. So, calling it a family banquet wasn't an exaggeration at all.
How could a mistress show up at a family banquet?
She didn't want to be the bad guy, but with Shirley Thorne watching her like a hawk, she had no chance to back down.
'What should I do?'
Yvette Grant came up with a plan that would kill two birds with one stone.
'Shirley Thorne is using me as a human shield, right?'
'Well, I can find a human shield of my own!'
Shirley Thorne had only said to find a way to make the "mistress" stay, but she hadn't specified *how*.
