Chapter 706 Philanthropists

As the chief producer, Eliza was well respected in the crew, and the directors treated her kindly and
politely.

After they sat down, everyone at the dining table greeted Eliza.

Summer felt she was ignored intentionally. She didn't know them, so she let it slide.

She took out her phone to play games, no longer caring about the ongoing conversation.

Amber, on the other hand, was popular here. And it was obvious she was enjoying the attention.

To be exact, she was already used to this. She has grown up to be arrogant as a spoiled rich girl,
admired and doted on. Naturally, she never thought she would be treated otherwise here.

Amber was having a good time until she spotted Summer killing time on her phone without flicking her
a glance.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she felt defeated when Leonardo chose Summer. She wanted to
turn the tide and bruise Summer's ego. She wished Summer wouldn't have one moment of peace.

Then, someone asked Amber about Leonardo.

"May I ask if Mr. Emerson has been busy? Can he grace the set when he has the time?"

Amber smiled and said slowly, "He is occupied. But I believe he would come soon since I'm here."

"Excellent. Please inform us when he does, so we can welcome him properly."

Amber looked indifferent. "He invested the show because he believed you could do a good job.
Although the scriptwriter is a newbie, you guys have much experience in the field. So, I think this is
going to work."



Everyone present knew Summer was Leonardo's ex-wife. Even though Amber did not bring up her
name, she said "scriptwriter", who was actually Summer. Like shark smelling blood, they all turned to
look at Summer.

Summer was still playing the game with her head low, not aware of what was going on.

A fake smile on her face, Amber gritted her teeth. No matter what she said, Summer didn't seem to
care, which was getting under her skin. Amber was frustrated instead of pleased. She felt like Summer
wasn't taking her seriously.

The others felt the same and awkwardly changed the subject.

Summer was focused on the game, and Eliza nudged her. Summer turned to look at her and signaled
for her to speak what was on her mind.

Eliza took out her phone and sent a message to Summer, telling her what had happened just now.

"You've got balls! You just ignored Amber. Aren't you afraid Leonardo would give you a hard time when
he comes?"

Summer read the message. She replied after finishing the game, "If Leonardo does that, I will be so
lucky to have ended things with him." Her tone was laden with irony.

Eliza quickly replied, "That's the spirit!"

Summer asked, "Then can I get more profit for that?"

Eliza texted, "The chat is over." Then she put away her phone and sat upright without looking at
Summer.

Summer mumbled, "Profiteer."



The dishes were being served, and everyone was ready to eat, including Summer.

However, she had eaten on the plane, so she wasn't hungry and took her time to savor the delicacy.

Feeling full, she put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm good. You guys enjoy yourselves."

Actually, most of them had eaten their lunch on the airplane. The crew would be satisfied with having
three meals a day on time, so no one was being picky.

However, because Amber wasn't done, no one put down his chopsticks except Summer.

Summer knew they were buttering Amber up and threw them a smile of ridicule when she left.

They were genuflecting to Amber like she was a queen. It was the wrong attitude to make a good show.
Summer believed it was the real work that counted.

Eliza also felt embarrassed. After all, these people worked for her, and they were behaving like a bunch
of weenies. What did it say about her?

Eliza plunked her chopsticks on the table and read them the riot act, "You eat like snails. Why don't we
eat all day instead of shooting? Have you ever thought about how much it costs us just by staying
here? Yet you waste it on a stupid meal. Are our investors philanthropists?"

As soon as she finished speaking, someone put down his chopsticks and went out, and the rest started
to gobble down.

Eliza did not mention Amber, but it felt like she meant it was Amber's fault.

Amber slowly put down her chopsticks and smiled, "Ms. Austin, I am afraid I disagree. A man has to
get his belly full before working."



Eliza smiled obsequiously, "Miss Rachel, please don't trouble yourself with them. I have to run a tight
ship to discipline these slackers. We are so honored to have Mr. Emerson's investment. I am
determined to not waste any of his money to show my utmost respect to him."

What Eliza said made sense, so Amber smothered her displeasure. Amber stirred the soup in her bowl
and forced a smile. "You are right."

Eliza beamed at her and added, "Miss Rachel, enjoy your meal. A car will be waiting for you. I'm good,
too, so please excuse me. See you soon."

"See you," Amber replied mechanically, clutching the spoon. The moment Eliza turned around, Amber's
face turned cold.

The rest of the crew members left with Eliza. So, Amber was alone with the driver Eliza arranged for
her.

The driver was Novia's fan. Therefore, he wasn't happy to be left behind.

Amber lost her appetite and took out her phone to call Leonardo. Leonardo did not answer it. The call
ended by itself.

Amber got even madder. She kept calling him. And after seven or eight tries, he finally answered.

"What is it?" He sounded impersonal.

Eliza had pissed her off, and Leonardo had refused to answer the phone, so Amber was on the verge
of snapping.

She suppressed her anger while asking him, "What are you doing? Why don't you answer the phone?"

Leonardo replied coldly and briefly, "I am working."






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