"What do you mean by that?" Clara Sanders's face darkened.
"Is it because I'm not expressing myself clearly enough?" Evelyn Sherman took a step forward, walking right up to Clara, "I'm very satisfied with my script, and I don't plan to change a single word. No matter how many times you try to talk to me, my answer will always be the same."
After saying this, Evelyn pushed Clara aside and walked ahead.
She'd been out for quite a while now. If she didn't return and Chester Yale thought she had slunk away, there's no telling how angry he would be.
She didn't want to suffer misfortune because of Clara Sanders.
"Evelyn Sherman! Is that all it takes for you to think you're really Mr. Chester's woman, daring to act so arrogantly in front of me?" Clara grabbed Evelyn's wrist, her face twisted with rage.
She, a top-tier actress and the most famous female star in the "Encounter" crew, even receiving special favors from the director, had lost face to a new screenwriter multiple times.
