Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1512:

Yet, mirroring her actions from day one, Harlee stood, returned her items to the director, and prepared to depart.

The assistant director rose, beaming with a smile.

“Ms. Sanderson, what are your thoughts on overseeing the set? Will we see you here tomorrow?” Anticipation sparked in the eyes of those around, all eager for her response.

Harlee merely offered them a glance, shook her head, and exited the stage.

The team paused their tasks, watching her departure.

Harlee, however, did not directly exit. She turned toward the director’s lounge instead and then knocked. Upon hearing an acknowledgment from within, she pushed the door open and entered.

Expecting an actor, the director was surprised to see Harlee. He quickly got to his feet, approached, and greeted her with a smile.

“Ms. Sanderson? To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today? Please, take a seat. Is this your final day with us? How may I assist you?” The director had already set a glass of water on the table for Harlee. Every visit had a reason behind it, especially when it came to Harlee, who wouldn’t remain on set for even a second longer than necessary, much less step into his lounge. The director was keenly aware of this.

and crossed her legs with a

discuss the reshooting of the

just

concern at the mention. Hadn’t they decided to stick with the original actress? Why raise this issue now? Was Harlee dissatisfied with his management over the past three days? The director’s gaze fell on Harlee, his voice tinged with apprehension as

lifted her eyelids, a sly smirk crossing her

quite. I suggest we halt production briefly to redo all

contemplation, the director responded, aligning with Harlee’s directive, “I will assemble a separate crew to refilm the second female lead’s scenes. The

comfortably, Harlee’s tone was light but

less than

the director assured her earnestly, “Ms. Sanderson, rest assured, the revisions will integrate seamlessly

Harlee responded with measured politeness, “That’s reassuring. Thanks

The director gestured dismissively.

merely my duty. No thanks are

his embarrassment, gestured

to you.

burdened by guilt couldn’t create great work. Harlee