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.

Edith, who'd been quietly listening nearby, blanched in shock. Without thinking, she grabbed Citrine's arm

wide-eyed with panic. "Citrine, are you out of your mind? If you break

penalty than watch my work get trampled," Citrine replied

blurted, her voice almost a squeak. The thought of that much money made her,

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 million. I'm definitely ending

once, Citrine—usually easygoing-was

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

to ease Edith's concern. "Relax. They can't touch

you." In the end, Edith knew the responsibility was hers. If Citrine was sure, Edith had no

her.

their discussion and headed back to