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."

Even though Amber did not bring up her name, she said

game with her head low, not aware

gritted her teeth. No 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

turned to look at her and

sent a message to Summer, telling her what had happened

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

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

replied,

I get more profit

Then she put away her phone

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."

served, and everyone

had eaten on the plane, so she wasn't

full, she put down her chopsticks and

them had eaten their lunch on the airplane. The crew would be satisfied with having three

wasn't done, no one put down

and threw them a smile of

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

people worked for her, and they

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

soon as she finished speaking, someone put down his chopsticks