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."

up her name, she said "scriptwriter", who was actually Summer. Like shark smelling blood, they

was still playing the game with her head low, not aware of what

what she said, Summer didn't seem to care, which was getting under her skin. Amber was frustrated

same and awkwardly changed the

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

took out her phone and sent a message to Summer, telling her what had

you afraid Leonardo would give you a hard time when he

replied after finishing the game, "If Leonardo does that, I will be so lucky to have ended things with him." Her tone was

quickly replied,

"Then can I get more profit

she put away her phone

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

served, and everyone was

plane, so she wasn't hungry

down her chopsticks and

crew would be satisfied with having three meals

wasn't done, no one put down his chopsticks except

up and threw them a smile of ridicule when she

wrong attitude to make a good

they were behaving like a bunch of weenies. What did it say about

snails. Why don't we eat all day instead of shooting? Have you ever

his chopsticks and went out,