The director's intentions had been clear, and Maggie Clarke was well aware of her own status. Such a renowned director could not be offended. This was her last opportunity, and she was determined to give Vera Wave a sound thrashing.
Vera Wave felt Maggie's icy gaze and turned her face to avoid Maggie's hand. Does she really think I'm a pushover? She could tolerate it once, perhaps twice, but there would be no third or fourth time.
Damn it, she even dares to resist?
Maggie Clarke missed her grip, and a surge of anger instantly flared within her.
Of course, despite her anger, she knew when to pull back. They could not afford another NG on this scene. So, she stood up and turned towards the window.
Vera Wave quickly lunged, following the script, and grabbed her foot.
"Mr. Wu, run!"
Maggie Clarke turned around and pulled a dagger from her clothes.
Seeing the dagger in her hand, Vera Wave instantly showed fear, stepping back.
