The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 198

He clenched his fists, forcing himself to spit out the cruel words: "Let's break up. I can't stand your explosive temper."

York's voice was as casual as ever, but as he spoke, the light vanished from his eyes.

Diana fought back her tears and shouted at York with venom, "Fine! Break up it is! Don't come crawling back."

Citrine watched the scene play out, her brow creasing ever so slightly.

It was a simple exchange, yet Seraphina and Clarence had already been called out by the director seven or eight times.

Clarence kept forgetting his lines or getting them wrong, while Seraphina recited hers as if she were reading from a textbook-flat, emotionless, breaking into giggles every now and then. She had none of the professionalism expected of an actor.

Only on the final take did the two manage to deliver something halfway decent, but to Citrine, it still fell far short of acceptable.

then, the director signaled to them with

and Seraphina wasted no time leaving the

headed back toward their trailers, Citrine, who was sitting beside the director,

looked at the director. "Tell me, is this the standard work ethic and efficiency I should expect

enough for everyone

mid-step, turning around

popular rising star who was used to being fawned over on every set, had never been called

her over and noting how young she looked. The disdain in Seraphina's eyes was unmistakable. "And who exactly are you? The director didn't say a word, so

by Citrine's striking features, but the memory

in this industry for years; our work speaks for itself. You don't have the right to

Clarence, you've only had one decent performance since you started-and that was ages ago. You haven't done

you've clearly forgotten where you came from. You don't even bother reading the script ahead of time, yet