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."

ex-wife. Even though Amber did not bring up her name, she said "scriptwriter", who was actually Summer. Like shark smelling blood, they all turned to look at

head low, not aware of

Amber gritted her teeth. No matter what she said, Summer didn't seem to care, which was getting

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

phone and sent a message

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

I will be so lucky

replied, "That's

I get more profit for

Then she put away her phone and sat

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

and everyone was ready to

so she wasn't hungry and took her time

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

be satisfied with having three meals a

wasn't done, no one

threw

to Amber like she was a queen. It was the wrong attitude to make a good show. Summer believed

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 about how much it costs us just by staying here? Yet

finished speaking, someone put down his chopsticks and