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."

bring up her name, she said "scriptwriter", who was actually Summer. Like shark smelling

head

matter what she said, Summer didn't seem to care, which was getting under her skin. Amber was frustrated instead of

others felt the same and

her. Summer turned to look at her and signaled for her to

took out her phone and sent a message to Summer,

balls! You just ignored Amber. Aren't you afraid Leonardo would give

She replied after finishing the game, "If Leonardo does that, I will be so lucky to have ended things with him." Her tone was

replied, "That's the

I get more

chat is over." Then she put away

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

served, and everyone was ready to eat, including

had eaten on the plane, so she wasn't hungry and

full, she put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm

The crew would be satisfied with having three meals a day on

done, no one

threw them a smile

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

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

plunked her 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

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