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."

her name, she said "scriptwriter", who was actually Summer. Like shark smelling blood, they all turned to look at

with her head low, not aware of

No matter what she said, Summer didn't seem to care, which was getting under

same and

Summer turned to look at her

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

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

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

quickly replied, "That's the

asked, "Then can I get more profit

away her phone and sat upright without looking

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

being served, and everyone was

on the plane, so she wasn't hungry and took her time to

and

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

one put down his

and threw

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

also felt embarrassed. After all, these people worked for her, and they were

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 just by staying here? Yet you waste it on a stupid meal.

soon as she finished speaking, someone put down his chopsticks and