Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1022

Aisha strutted around, not even bothering to give an assistant a second glance. Flora, who had her hand resting on Cecelia's shoulder, pulled it back and rubbed her wrist. This was just too ridiculous; she didn't even feel like playing along anymore. Just as she was about to make a move, the director rushed in, clearly flustered: "Hey, what on earth are you two up to now?"

The director hurried over, seeing the two of them ready to clash, and felt like his spirit had left his body. How did these two manage to get into it again? The staff had dragged him in because they couldn't handle this situation.

Having been filled in on the drama, he approached Aisha with a soothing voice: "Aisha, darling, you've been at this for so long, maybe it's time for a breather? You're naturally stunning, just a few shots and you look amazing!"

"Director, weren't you the one who said we should aim for perfection?" Aisha's voice was sugary sweet. "Plus, my godfather invested forty million, so it's not too much for me to shoot a bit longer, right?"

The director's brow twitched, barely able to tolerate Aisha, but with forty million on the line, he swallowed his pride. Turning to Cecelia, he said, "Cecelia, how about this—there's another studio nearby. I'll get a few photographers over there, and we can shoot. Afterward, dinner's on me."

Cecelia gave him a cool look. "Director, do you think I'm that easy to sway?"

He managed an awkward grin. Sure, Cecelia wasn't exactly easygoing, but she was just a bit fiery. At heart, she was a good person and far less of a headache than Aisha.

"Director, there are rules for a reason. Don’t you know who should be leaving?" Cecelia crossed her arms and let out a chuckle.

"Come on, Cecelia, cut me some slack," the director pleaded softly. "Aisha's brought in forty million, and we're already strapped for cash."

Aisha, overhearing this, beamed with smug satisfaction. Forty million was nothing to scoff at. Cecelia, who was supposedly Henrik's favorite, should try getting Henrik to fork over forty million for her.

Cecelia remained unfazed. Why should she get pushed around just because the production was short on funds?

Did she think that just because her voice had an echo of Flora's, she could actually be Flora? Flora was the heiress of Florik Entertainment, a woman of high status, while she was just an assistant. Such claims from Flora might have been believable, but what right did she have to say it?

"It's me."

Hearing Aisha's words, Flora chuckled, lifting her hand to tuck back her hair as she slowly pulled down her mask.

"What I have plenty of is money."

With minimal makeup, the girl's face was revealed, stunning and breathtaking. The room fell dead silent.