Predestined Marriage

As the chief producer, Eliza was well respected in the crew, and the directors treated her kindly and politely.

After they sat down, everyone at the dining table greeted Eliza.

Summer felt she was ignored intentionally. She didn't know them, so she let it slide.

She took out her phone to play games, no longer caring about the ongoing conversation.

Amber, on the other hand, was popular here. And it was obvious she was enjoying the attention.

To be exact, she was already used to this. She has grown up to be arrogant as a spoiled rich girl, admired and doted on. Naturally, she never thought she would be treated otherwise here.

Amber was having a good time until she spotted Summer killing time on her phone without flicking her a glance.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she felt defeated when Leonardo chose Summer. She wanted to turn the tide and bruise Summer's ego. She wished Summer wouldn't have one moment of peace.

Then, someone asked Amber about Leonardo.

"May I ask if Mr. Emerson has been busy? Can he grace the set when he has the time?"

Amber smiled and said slowly, "He is occupied. But I believe he would come soon since I'm here."

"Excellent. Please inform us when he does, so we can welcome him properly."

Amber looked indifferent. "He invested the show because he believed you could do a good job. Although the scriptwriter is a newbie, you guys have much experience in the field. So, I think this is going to work."

did not bring up her name, she said "scriptwriter", who was actually Summer. Like shark

her head low, not aware

No matter what she said, Summer didn't seem to care, which was getting under her skin. Amber was frustrated instead of pleased. She felt like Summer

felt the same and

Summer turned to look

out her phone and sent a message to Summer, telling

you afraid

after finishing the game, "If Leonardo does that, I will be so lucky to have ended things with

quickly replied,

"Then can I get

is over." Then she put away her phone and sat upright without

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

dishes were being served, and everyone was ready to eat,

plane, so she wasn't hungry and took her time to savor the

and said, "I'm good. You

crew would be satisfied with having three meals

done, no one put down

buttering Amber up and threw them a smile of ridicule when she

were genuflecting to Amber like she was a queen. It was the wrong attitude to make

felt embarrassed. After all, these people worked for her, and they were behaving like a bunch of weenies. What

the table and read them the riot act, "You eat like snails. Why don't we eat all day instead of shooting? Have you ever thought

speaking, someone put down his chopsticks and went out, and the rest started to