She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 297: Reece’s Shorts

“What are we having for dinner tonight?”

“Master Iker loves minced meat with eggplant, Mr. Lara prefers a mild taste, and Miss Cheyenne… she’s the pickiest of all.” “Alright, let’s have poached chicken.”

“Poached chicken is not a good idea. How about we make chicken and mushroom stew? It’s nutritious and healthy.”

“It’s too hot today.”

“In that case, we can have cold shredded chicken.”

Sapphire Studios, one of the largest film and television bases in Chulae.

Every day, dozens of production crews work here, with thousands of actors and countless behind-the-scenes crew members waiting in line. If you see a celebrity on the street, you might take out your phone and snap a photo, but inside this studio, everyone is immune.

Unless they see a top A-list celebrity, most people don’t get excited. The weather was scorching in summer, and the sun felt like a blazing furnace, hanging in the blue sky. With an outdoor temperature reaching 102 degrees Fahrenheit, many people were wilting in the heat.

spotlights and lighting boards, it was challenging to keep your eyes open. Despite the difficult conditions, Reece still

“Click.”

trees, loudly shouted, and you could almost see the sweat beads on his forehead streaming down due to the exertion. His black cotton T-shirt looked like it was about

a stapled script as a fan to create

that wig and headgear. Come, let’s take a break, have some tea,

disillusioned male teacher who suddenly saw ghosts. He embarked on a journey to

today portrayed the past life of the male lead and his sister, who was the only

famous actress Juliana. The director had no clue who Juliana was and even did some research to find out. She made her debut in a talent show, but her performances on the show were mediocre. Singing? Just average. Dancing? She barely tried. It was

displays of wealth, making her a

from a talent show could handle such an important role. He had someone else in mind for the role. However, the producer informed him that Juliana’s influential backers had invested five million dollars in the project, and if they didn’t cast her, that money would be withdrawn. Money talks, and directors

went all-in when deciding to produce this play. He had to sell two houses just to scrape together eighty million. Every penny

to last him for

styling, and music, he could make adjustments later. As for her acting skills, she’d got professional voice actors to rely on now. Thinking about this, Mr. Morrison couldn’t help but sigh at

range of emotions with just a few lines. In this regard, they were often much better than many so-called “actors”

peak season, and every production was desperately short of voice actors.

of white, furry thighs. On his feet, he sported a pair of flip-flops with a vibrant yellow pattern, and he had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth. He squatted under the eaves, blowing