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."

did not bring up her name, she said "scriptwriter", who

was still playing the game with her head low, not aware of

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

the same

Summer turned to look at her and

out her phone and sent a message to Summer,

afraid

I will be so lucky to have ended things with him." Her tone was laden

quickly replied,

can I get more profit for

over." Then she put away her phone and sat upright without

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

were being served, and everyone was ready

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

and

most of them had eaten their lunch on the airplane. The crew would be

one put

and threw

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

worked for her, and they

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

she finished speaking, someone put down his chopsticks and went out, and the