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."

Even though Amber did not bring up her name, she said "scriptwriter", who was actually

her head

Summer didn't seem to care, which was getting under her skin. Amber was frustrated instead of pleased. She felt like Summer wasn't taking her

felt the same and awkwardly

focused on the game, and Eliza nudged her. Summer turned to look at her and signaled for her to speak what was on her

out her phone and sent a message to Summer,

Amber. Aren't you afraid Leonardo would give you a hard time when

Leonardo does that, I will be so lucky to have ended things

replied, "That's the

can I get

is over." Then she put away

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

and everyone was ready

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

she put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm good. You guys

airplane. The crew would be satisfied with having three meals

no one put down his chopsticks except

buttering Amber up and threw them a smile of ridicule

the wrong attitude to make a good show. Summer believed

also felt embarrassed. After all, these people worked for her, and they were behaving like a

day instead of shooting? Have

soon as she finished speaking, someone put down his chopsticks and went out, and