Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 502

Chapter 502

On the other side of the film scene.,

Everyone could feel that the atmosphere was tense lately, but no one dared to ask Guinevere or Bradley about what was happening-after all, the two held the highest status among the crew. Guinevere stared intently at the script in her hands, but she couldn't concentrate.

When her manager saw this, he whispered, "Ella is a lot calmer, and others know how to be around her. See, if you're generous, they will listen to you and...”

Before he could finish, though, she shot him an expressionless glance.

The manager consciously shut his mouth, suddenly realizing that Guinevere might get irritated.

She rubbed her forehead in fatigue.

She knew that they cared about profit the most, so they were trying hard to please her.

But she didn't want any of those. All she wanted was to be just like Ella, who needed to do almost nothing to have people stay by her side.

It was unlike her situation, where she had to work her *ss

off to get to a certain level where she'd be adored.

Lately, however, she had little time to care about Ella, having another thing to worried about,

After Belle left, there was this new girl,

She didn't know who that person was, but she was perhaps Weston's secretary or assistant.

The only person she knew who worked for him was Ben. As for the rest, she couldn't recall much.

Weston was very rigorous when it came to working and he never allowed her to interfere. Hence, she knew little about the people who worked for him. Otherwise, it wouldn't just be Belle that she'd have to dea

The realization only made her feel even worse. She thought everything would be fine once Stella had been gotten rid of, but then Belle appeared. And after she was gone, then came another unknown girl. What made her anxious was that Ella looked exactly like Stella.

"Bradley is calling for you!"

Guinevere put down the script in her hands and stood up. "Okay."

She really didn't have the extra energy to deal with these messy things. There were only two things she could do: film, and the other, replaceing out the identity of the woman

Weston had been with recently.

...and that thing with Bradley.

As this was the third time, Bradley's patience was at its limits, and he gave her a stark warning. She knew better than upset him again.

After all, Bradley had made slight changes to her and Ella's part according to her opinions.

Although Stella was bugging her, she was devoid of any energy to further bother about the matter.

After a day of shooting, Stella sat next to Bradley and saw his assistant suddenly appear from nowhere. He wanted to have a conversation with him.

Bradley frowned when he heard his assistant's words." You know I don't go to events like these."

"There's no other choice. The organizer insisted. If you don't come..."

"Fine. I know."

Bradley was an artist, and he hated it the most when people employed dirty tricks.

Even so, in order to get anything done, one had to have intelligence.

Bradley, a man with a high EQ, had the ability to pacify people.