“The director said it all up to him.” The cameraman prompted, “Hurry up. Fix your makeup. This scene has to be finished by nine o'clock.” Georgia was too annoyed to utter a word, wondering if Spencer had done it purposely, as he disliked her.

The netizens had even talked about Spencer and her online.

Outside the dressing room, the director stood on the decorated wedding set while instructing the staff. “The balloon’s color doesn't fit. Get a light color.”

"Move away this green plant.”

“Push all the audience's seats to the right. The aisle is too narrow. Following his orders, the staff was bustle and hustle.

Wearing a white suit, Spencer was standing in a corner, which was a blind zone for the camera. He was speaking on the phone.

The person on the other end of the line told him, “Spencer, the studio has been empty for four days.”

It meant Jennifer hadn't been to the studio those days. Spencer wondered how severe her injury was and why Ivan didn't take her to a doctor.

He was worried but could do nothing. All he could do was work absentmindedly.

Noon.

the first floor of the

luxurious and well decorated as

were hidden among

a tray, only to find Finnley walking

mid-step. They

at a booth. “I need to talk to you. I'll leave after lunch and might

“Sure.”

bypassed him and sat in the

blouse, looking awkward and expectant. The sudden

after, Finnley came over with his

and the light in the canteen made him look charming. Sᴇaʀᴄh

ahead to eat, Linda. Don't just sit there.” He

Linda also picked up a fork, trying hard to calm herself down. The food served in the canteen was delicate

gracefully, afraid of leaving

Finnley said, “If you have any urgent files, please send them to Mr. Marsh for his signature. If not, you can put them in my drawer. Mr. Marsh

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