My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 876

“How many problems have I solved for you over the years? You don’t have any creative talent or literary taste, yet you insist on writing scripts. Shouldn’t you have some sort of literary and artistic background? Are you illiterate?”

No one in the chat group dared to reply. The screenwriter fumed, “Trishal Watch your tone!”

“Screw you! Do you even deserve my respect? If you can’t write a script, you can hold a meeting with us and ask our little assistants to help you think about the plot, and then you mix everyone’s ideas together and make us do the editing”

“We can accept editing the script, because that’s our job. But you should at least respect us, right? When we’re burning the midnight oil editing your script, you’re out watching movies with your wife. You promised half of your income as a bonus for us, but when you sold it for 5 million, you only gave us 20 thousand. What, do you think we’re beggars? One of our coworkers complained about how stingy you are, and the next day you transferred her to another department. What’s the deal with that? Can’t we voice our opinions?”

“You always call for a meeting at 5:50 when we get off at 6. I don’t mind working late, but many of us have kids at home. They were looking forward to getting home early to be with their kids, but you made us stay in a meeting till 9 at night. Then you expect us to send you the edited script within three hours. Do you think we don’t have personal lives?”

The screenwriter responded with a smiley emoji, “I’ve taken a screenshot. Adults need to take responsibility for their actions.”

never be scared

chimed in with “You’re our role model,” and soon the entire chat was filled with messages of

likely cost her her job. After this incident, the company would

company, but she had worked there for three or four years since graduating and had made many friends.

a picture of herself looking destitute. She set the privacy settings so

she was afraid of her mother worrying, but rather that she was afraid of her mother mocking her.

she was about to go to bed after showering, she noticed a message from

and needs a scriptwriter. Do you want to join in?”

around? She quickly picked up her phone

next morning, Celeste woke up groggily and saw that it

bearings, she slowly turned to look at Liam lying next to her, naked, with his left arm under her head as

angle, she could clearly see the scratches and

her mind,

and tried to slip out of bed quietly. But just as

are you going?” Liam’s sleepy, husky voice