The second Emily spotted Adela, her smile faded instantly. A shadow of annoyance flickered in her usually clear eyes.
She’d been too lost in anger yesterday to think straight, but now that her head was clearer, she could finally untangle the whole “scandal” mess. The gossip was fake. As for the so-called “accident,” anyone who’d survived more than two years in the entertainment business could see right through it.
“Morning,” Adela chirped, practically bubbling over with friendliness, in sharp contrast to Emily’s obvious cold shoulder.
With a sweet, innocent look, Adela turned up her brightest smile. “Emily, you seem to know what J likes... Have you known each other for a long time?”
“Morning,” Emily replied, her tone flat. She forced a semblance of a smile, giving Pam a quick look. “Let’s go.”
She wasn’t about to talk to Adela about Charlotte.
“Wait!” Adela blocked her path, a flash of irritation crossing her face. “Emily, you probably haven’t heard yet.”
Emily gave her a frosty stare, eyebrows knitting slightly. “What are you trying to say?”
“The company told me I’m playing the second lead in Storm,” Adela piped up in a singsong voice, practically giddy. “I heard J’s coming by to hand in the script today, so I was told to stop by and meet her too.”
Emily’s mood soured instantly. She glanced at Pam.
Pam could only shake her head, equally in the dark.
The company hadn’t told her a thing about this.
“You were off yesterday, so you might not know yet,” Adela said, clearly enjoying the discomfort on Emily’s face. “The investors have already agreed to put in three hundred million.”
“Three hundred million?” Pam blurted out, eyes wide.
Pam frowned, frustration settling in. What a waste of such a good role.
“Emily, we’ll be working together. You’re not upset about it, are you?” Adela prodded, as if she just had to twist the knife. Her voice and her wide-eyed look were both loaded with fake innocence.
“I mean, I know it’s a big IP and my experience and popularity aren’t quite there,” Adela went on, flashing another perfect smile. She looked up from under her lashes like she was incapable of anything but purity. “But StoryVenture made it clear that if I wasn’t the second lead, there wouldn’t be any investment. I’m kind of stuck.”
Not even trying to hide that she was getting the role through connections.
Honestly, who at Apex Mediaworks didn’t know Adela was just riding her dad’s coattails?
“Oh, is that so?” Pam snorted, barely hiding her eye roll as her tone turned icy. “That sounds like such a burden for you.”
“It’s all for the production. A little hardship is nothing,” Adela replied, holding on to her demure smile. Her eyes glistened as if she was the picture of self-sacrifice. “Don’t you think so, Emily?”

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