"..."
Chester Yale didn't speak, his dark eyes coldly glanced at the executive assistant, who immediately fell silent.
Watching him leave the office room, the assistant hurriedly followed.
-
In the villa, Evelyn Sherman waited very late but Chester Yale never returned.
Alone, she fell asleep with her face buried in the pillow.
Receiving a call from the film crew the next day, she rushed over in a hurry.
Arriving at the set, she saw Anna Rivers standing beside the director.
"Our esteemed scriptwriter, Mr. Sherman, is here. Get her a chair!" As soon as Anna saw her, she immediately instructed the staff nearby with a eerie smile.
"..."
Unwarranted kindness always has ulterior motives.
Evelyn frowned, ignoring Anna's words and walked straight to the director.
"Mr. Wilson, is there a problem with the script?"
"No major issues, just some minor details that may need to be adjusted." The director glanced at Anna Rivers, his eyes flickering as he spoke.
