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 all turned to look

with her head low, not aware of

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

felt the same and awkwardly

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

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

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

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

quickly replied, "That's the

"Then can I get

texted, "The chat is over." Then she put away her phone

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

being served, and everyone was

so she wasn't hungry

put down her chopsticks and

be satisfied with having three meals a day on time, so no one

Amber wasn't done, no one put

knew they were buttering Amber up and threw them a

wrong attitude to make a good show. Summer believed it was the real work that

After all, these people worked for her, and they were behaving like a bunch of

chopsticks 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 about how much it costs us

chopsticks and went out, and the rest started to