The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 202

"Clarence is old, has a terrible temper, and honestly, he's just not efficient. Every time he's around, we end up working overtime. If I didn't have a family to support, I wouldn't set foot on any set he's in. Compared to him, Obsidian is an absolute saint."

Everyone on set was murmuring, and whether they meant to or not, some of those comments drifted into Clarence's ears.

Clarence's face darkened, his expression clouded with barely contained anger. His eyes narrowed as he shot a venomous glare at Citrine, making a mental note to settle the score. "You... You're just a rookie writer. Aren't you afraid of crossing me?"

Citrine only chuckled, completely unfazed by Clarence's threat. "If you've got dirty tricks up your sleeve, go ahead—I'll be waiting."

With that, Citrine turned to the director and said crisply, "Contact your studio. I'm pulling the rights. I want out of the contract."

Her tone was sharp, decisive no hesitation, no room for argument.

"What? Cancel the contract?" The director, Clarence, and Seraphina all paled as the words hit them.

wasn't just them. Even Edith, who'd been quietly listening nearby, blanched in shock. Without thinking, she grabbed Citrine's arm and dragged her away from the crowd. Only when they were

at Citrine, wide-eyed with panic. "Citrine, are you out of your

pay the penalty than watch my work get trampled," Citrine replied coolly, not a

almost a squeak. The thought of that much money

and she was sure she'd come out ahead. Seeing Edith's worry, Citrine offered a rare reassurance. "Don't stress. My work is worth far more than a

Citrine—usually

frowned, her tone urgent and earnest. "Citrine, Eclipse Pictures is the biggest studio in Havencrest. If you anger them, it could ruin your future

can't touch me. Besides, I never planned to stay in this

end, Edith knew the responsibility was hers. If

her.

finished their discussion and headed back to