The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 722

When the director of the production arrived on set, he stumbled upon a rather intense scene.

Kala stood defiantly atop her trailer, her agent standing behind her, expression as frosty as a winter morning in Maine.

Across from them, Ramona and her own agent were the picture of distress—one looking pitiful, the other seething with silent rage—a stark contrast to Kala's imposing stance.

At first glance, it looked like Kala was throwing her weight around, taking out her frustration on Ramona since she couldn't confront Vivienne directly.

"Ramona!"

Kala's smartphone buzzed incessantly in the palm of her hand.

She knew Darren was on the other end, furiously texting after overhearing Ramona's comments. Kala was at a loss for how to respond.

Her eyes locked onto Ramona with fury, "Don't spew nonsense! It's clear as day you were the one trying to seduce Percival, and it backfired spectacularly. Now you have the gall to play the victim and accuse Vivienne? You're despicable!"

Kala's agent, a longtime friend of Vivienne's, furrowed her brow so tightly it could crush a fly. "Ms. Grimshaw, slander is a serious offense. You're blatantly trying to stir trouble. Do you think we're all fools?"

Ramona wore an innocent facade, "Kala, if you don't believe me, call Ms. Vivienne right now. If she doesn't despise you, she'll certainly take your call."

"That wretched woman, she must know the boss is unreachable right now! She's doing this on purpose!" Darren bellowed over the phone.

Kala exchanged a knowing look with her agent, their eyes scanning the crowd.

The entertainment industry thrived on gossip, and now, with Kala's trailer as the epicenter, a crowd had gathered.

Especially since today was fan visitation day on set, and behind the banners, some were even hoisting cameras, trying to catch a glimpse of the drama.

Ramona had to have known! She chose today of all days to stir up trouble. What was she playing at?

"Kala, snap out of it. If you truly have no interest in Vivienne's husband, call her now to clear the air." Suddenly, from within the crowd, someone shouted.

It was like a drop of water in a frying pan—sizzling and chaotic!

The murmuring crowd erupted, and a nosy onlooker shouted with cupped hands, "Yeah, Kala! Just make the call. You're loaded; the call won't break the bank!"

"Kala, if you don't call, are you admitting guilt?"

"How low can you go? Ms. Vivienne was so good to you, and here you are, coveting her man. Just like your murderous grandmother, utterly repulsive!"

"Genetics really do run deep! How can someone like you be so adored?"

"I've been dying to say this! Kala's acting is subpar, and she's such a diva. Was Ms. Vivienne blind to promote her?"

Some crew members recognized the director and grabbed his arm, "Director, how can someone like her be our lead actress?"

"Exactly, Director. Kick her out!"

"Kick her out!"

Amid the uproar, no one noticed the fleeting gleam in Ramona's eyes.