Chapter 102 Martin Morel, You’ve Gone Mad


    Originally, Gwenda was not in the mood to focus on her. However, for some reason, Hana raised an


    objection to the script and demanded the director to cut out some of Cecilia''s parts and give herself


    more screen time.


    The director looked awkward as he tried to exin things to Hana, who refused to listen.


    In the end, Hana flung the script down and snapped. "You were the ones who contacted me to shoot


    the advertisement, not the other way round. Is it really that difficult to change the script now? Or have


    you been bribed by Cecilia, and the advertisement is meant to support her and her alone?"


    Hearing this, the director became angry.


    Mr. Talley''s face darkened as well.


    An innocent Cecilia raised her eyebrows before ncing over.


    Hana continued her tantrum. "I''m telling you, the script must be changed! Otherwise, I will not


    participate in the shoot!"


    "Miss Finch, you cannot be so unreasonable. The script was finalised aftermunication with your


    manager. Why did you not raise an objection then?"


    The director questioned angrily.


    Hana red at him and said, "You said it yourself. It was my manager who agreed to it, not me! I now


    demand that the script be changed, so change it! There''s no need to talk nonsense!"


    "You''re being truly unreasonable! How can you change the script at thest minute?"


    The director was incensed.


    The moment Hana heard that, her face darkened immediately. "Fine then! I''ve said what I said. It''s fine


    if you don''t want to change. At worst, I will not participate in the shoot today!"


    With that, she turned to leave.


    Seeing this, Mr. Talley rushed over to stop her. "Miss Finch, we signed a contract for this. Quitting at


    thest minute like this, do you want to pay the damages incurred from the breach of contract?"


    "Do you really think that I can''t afford it?"


    Hana asked dimissively.


    "It''s not about whether or not you can afford to pay. It''s that if this matter gets out of hand, it will not be


    good for anyone."


    Mr. Talley tried to appeal to her emotions and persuade her with reason.


    But Hana did not listen. She eyed Cecilia and snorted with disdain. "What an off-putting day! Forget


    having topete with someone like her for the dressing room. It''s so hard to change even a script!


    How annoying."


    Mr. Talley was pushed away and Hana prepared to leave once more.


    ...


    At this moment, Gwenda, who had been holding back, could bear it no longer. She stood up and called


    out sharply, "You stop right there!"


    Hana was stunned. She turned around to stare at Gwenda in disbelief. "Are you talking to me?"


    Gwenda walked up to her and said, "You signed the contract. If you don''t participate in the shoot, you


    will dy everyone''s work. Besides, Cecilia''s schedule is so packed that she barely managed to find


    some free time for today''s shoot. Now you want to walk out on us. What about Cecilia?"


    "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"


    Hana sneered at her with a re.


    Someone from the sidelines reminded her. "Miss Finch, this is Gwenda, Miss Evans, Cecilia''s


    manager."


    "Oh, who did I think it was? Aren''t you just a manager? Get out of my way! Don''t just stand there!"


    Hana reached out and was about to push her away when Gwenda — eyes shing with fury —


    grabbed Hana''s wrist and pulled hard.


    ...


    ...


    Hana screamed immediately while the onlookers gasped.


    ...


    "What... what are you doing!"


    Hana''s assistant became anxious. "Let go of her now!"


    "I hate it when people get physical. Can''t you talk in a civilised manner?"


    Gwenda stared at her harshly. "If you can''t, then this is all I can do!"


    With that, she pulled harder.


    Hana cried out in pain. "How... how dare you!"


    "Miss Finch, can wemunicate properly now?"


    Gwenda''s voice was sharp, her gaze even sharper. Her aura was overwhelming.


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    "Let go of me!"


    Hana gritted her teeth.


    Gwenda exerted even more force.


    Hana was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on her skin. "Alright, alright! We''ll talk, we''ll talk..."


    Receiving this answer, Gwenda let go of Hana''s wrist abruptly. She dusted off her hands with disgust


    and crossed her arms, staring frostily at Hana.


    "Hana, are you alright?"


    The assistant was so frightened that she quickly checked Hana''s hand.


    Hana was so angry that her eyes were red. She rolled her wrist and red at Gwenda. "What do you


    want to say?"


    "Stay and finish the shoot."


    "And why should I listen to you?!"


    Hana was extremely upset and her face was a little twisted from rage.


    At this moment, Martin — who was passing by due to an inspection — happened to see this scene.


    He stopped in his tracks and immediately noticed Gwenda.


    "What happened here?"


    "A misunderstanding. This way please, Mr. Morel."


    The person in charge of the tour tried to fudge their way past the scene.


    However, Martin did not move. His gaze remained on Gwenda''s cold face and he frowned. Repeating


    his question, he asked, "What happened here?"


    Seeing that Martin was hanging on to this incident, the person in charge rolled his eyes with some guilt


    and said, "I''ll go and find out."


    As he spoke, he went over to ask around.


    When he came back, he reported truthfully, "Mr. Morel, they had a little dispute over themercial


    shoot. It has nothing to do with us. How about we continue on with the tour?"


    "There''s no rush."


    Martin had no ns to leave so soon. He walked to one side and kept his eyes on Gwenda, who was


    not far away.


    He did not know what was wrong with him. But at any rate, he wanted to stay right at this moment.


    Next to him, the person in charge was confused.


    What on earth was going on?