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."

not bring up her name, she said "scriptwriter", who was actually Summer. Like shark

the game with her head low, not aware of what

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

same and awkwardly changed

turned to look at her and signaled for her to speak what

and sent a message to Summer, telling her what

you afraid Leonardo

the message. She replied after finishing the game, "If Leonardo does that, I will be so lucky to have

quickly replied,

asked, "Then can I get

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

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

dishes were being served, and everyone was

she wasn't hungry and took her time to

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

on the airplane. The crew would be satisfied with having three meals

wasn't done, no one put down

up and threw them a smile of ridicule when she

the wrong attitude to make a

After all, these people worked for her, and they

we eat all day instead of shooting? Have you ever

someone put down his chopsticks and went out, and the rest started to