In the meeting room, only Evelyn Sherman and a smug Anna Rivers were left.
Thinking about the slap just now, she still gritted her teeth in hatred.
How could she have been stunned at that moment and not hit back hard!
"Evelyn Sherman, don't think that by climbing up the Yale Group ladder, you can enter the ranks of top-notch scriptwriters with this script. With me around, you'll never have a chance to succeed in this lifetime!"
Anna Rivers walked forward, covering her still aching left cheek, gnashing her teeth.
Then, she left the meeting room in her sky-high high heels.
Evelyn pressed her temples, holding the script, and dragging her exhausted body, she left the film crew.
Just as she walked to the roadside to hail a car, she caught a glimpse of a familiar car parked by the side of the road.
Only then did Evelyn remember that she had promised Charlie Austin in the morning, to go with him to see Harry.
She looked at her wristwatch and saw that it was almost six o'clock.
