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."

Summer was Leonardo's ex-wife. Even though Amber did not bring up her name, she

playing the game with her head

smile on her face, Amber gritted her teeth. No matter what she said, Summer didn't seem to care, which was getting under her skin. Amber was frustrated

the same

the game, and Eliza nudged her. Summer turned to look

a message to Summer, telling

Amber. Aren't you afraid

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

replied,

can I

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

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

being served, and everyone

plane, so she wasn't

and said, "I'm good. You guys enjoy

had eaten their lunch on the airplane. The crew would be satisfied with having three meals a day on time, so no one was

because Amber wasn't done, no one put down

up and threw them a smile of ridicule when

like she was a queen. It was the wrong attitude to

they were

on 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

finished speaking, someone put down his chopsticks and