As Rowell listened to Sabrina’s composed and articulate speech, an eagerness surged within him, and he couldn’t wait for the Luncheon to come.

The scriptwriter and others discussed modifying Molly’s lines.

It was past twelve o’clock.

After concluding the discussion, Peter glanced at his watch and closed the script in his hand. “Well, let’s call it a day. I’ll update you once the next session is confirmed.”

“Okay.” “Thank you, Peter.” Everyone agreed.

Rowell exchanged a knowing glance with Galilea and suggested, “Let’s all have dinner together before heading back. I‘1l have the waiter bring in the dishes.”

the agent of one of the young men, standing

man and another individual were competing for a

Peter didn’t indicate his stance, so both felt

other actors and assistants stood up and followed suit.

you. I’ll go,” Rowell said. “I have already ordered the dishes. Please, take a

waiter served all the dishes. Peter

raised their glasses in toast and drank,

propose a toast to Peter and

a hint of malice in her eyes.

now, she had to do the honor for her. She picked up her glass and clinked it with the two. “Cheers. I’ll drink on Ms. Clifford’s

Sabrina drank it all in one gulp. For fear of being outdone, others also began to propose toasts. Sabrina, in turn, raised her glass

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