My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 423:

Meanwhile, Lise was filming an episode of Weekend Party. The show was being broadcast live, and everything had been smooth until the final segment.

Toward the end, one of the female guests turned to Lise with a curious expression. “Lise, I heard you recently bought a script. Are you planning to transition into producing?”

Lise, ever composed, nodded calmly. “Yes, that was my intention. I wanted a project where I could be both the producer and lead actress. However, the script company hired a writer for me who turned out to have plagiarized from Katrina’s early blog posts.” She sighed softly, a trace of regret in her tone. “I’ve always supported originality. Even if it costs me more, I won’t stand for plagiarized works.”

“I’ve always admired Katrina’s work,” Lise continued. “This writer’s style seemed somewhat similar, which is why I decided to give this newcomer a chance. She claimed she was in urgent need of money, so I paid her a sixty percent advance, even though she hadn’t completed the script.”

One of the other guests raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “A newcomer? And you paid a sixty percent deposit?”

script was priced at one million in total. She hadn’t written anything yet—only provided a short sample draft. I’m not well-read myself, so I have great admiration for talented and educated people. I

dared to ask for a million? And sixty percent upfront, before delivering anything?” The live chat

and still struggle to

work? That’s like copying Harry Potter and trying to sell

honest, I didn’t like Lise before, but her firm stance on supporting originality just won me over! Acting skills can improve, and looks can be fixed, but celebrities with

need to be blacklisted. We need

the dimly lit underground parking lot of the Campbell family’s company, the supplier slipped into his car, ready to leave after his meeting. As he started the engine, his eyes caught a figure lingering behind one

She was wearing an ultra-short skirt that barely covered her hips,

conjured an image of Carrie, but he quickly shook it off. Kristopher’s presence loomed too large to

window, he gave Yara a wide grin, his tone dripping with mock concern. “Ms. Campbell, what