Chapter 146

Chapter 146 A Half-hearted Apology

Laura and Hensey were taken aback.

Abigail’s voice was cold. “You don’t have to apologize to me either. Just admit it openly: were you dissatisfied with the clothes designed by L.Moon? Did you think the Roman makeup looked like a geisha’s? Did you think I sneaked in some personal items?”

“Was I wrong in saying that? If L.Moon can’t design clothes, then why bother consulting authoritative professors? This is the result they produce? The real Roman makeup isn’t even that bad!”

Laura stood up, visibly upset.

She just couldn’t respect Abigail, considering her nothing more than an a*sistant. If it weren’t for Sean and Anthony, would Abigail even have a place in this production?

Lewis, hearing this, coldly retorted, “You don’t know history, so stop talking nonsense.”

“I don’t know history? In historical dramas, there are portrayals of Roman characters from the Roman Era, and their makeup looks beautiful…”

“You know that this is from the Roman Era. This is how the makeup was done. Are you even interested in acting?” Lewis asked, clearly displeased.

He was firmly on Abigail’s side in this.

Laura looked at Lewis. “Director Lewis, I’m telling you this as a favor. Don’t complain on Instagram when my company withdraws its investment.”

Abigail was surprised. So, her confidence came from the fact that her company was investing in this production.

“I’ll discuss this with your company,” he said, his expression turning cold.

With that, he turned and left.

Abigail followed Lewis. “I didn’t know her company was investing in your production,” she remarked.

“I didn’t want her originally, but the company insisted. I only accepted because of that. Even without her, we would have found another investor,” Lewis explained.

In truth, it would be slightly more difficult. Historical dramas were challenging, especially ones that focused on wars and costume changes.

Back in her room, Abigail took out her phone and saved the recording.

Lewis spent considerable time but eventually replaced the person responsible for releasing behind-the-scenes footage.

After this incident, Laura posted an apology on Instagram.

DiligentActress Laura tagged the users named L.Moon Studio, Alana, and

Troubled Times OfficialAccount. ‘I really didn’t expect a misunderstanding to cause the Dumplings to

hurt an innocent person. This morning’s incident was a misunderstanding, and it’s all cleared up now.

I’ve privately apologized to Miss Quinn. Please, Dumplings, don’t be angry anymore.

She didn’t mention her past mistreatment of a*sistants and extras.

She had explained these incidents before, so the company chose to ignore them.

This whole affair could only be resolved in a hasty and confusing manner.

That evening, as Abigail lay in bed, she called Luna.

“I saw Instagram. Are you satisfied with how things turned out? I thought Sean might kick her off the production,” Luna said, sounding dissatisfied with the outcome.

“Since he personally intervened, that’s already quite something,” Abigail replied, her tone calm.

In her opinion, Laura wouldn’t let things slide so easily.

Laura’s temper wasn’t something she developed overnight. Everyone around her had indulged her, so she had long since become uncontrollable.

This time, she had kicked a hornet’s nest. Her leg wasn’t hurt yet, so how could she easily let Abigail off the hook?

Luna sighed. “I never wanted to take jobs in the entertainment industry. I knew these celebrities were hard to handle, and it seemed I was right: It all comes back to Sean.”

“What did those brands we’re working with say?” Abigail asked, steering the conversation in a different direction with a smile.

Luna sounded somewhat disinterested. “They won’t bring up the breach of contract anymore, but I feel like when the contracts expire, they might not renew because they want me to let you go. It’s quite laughable.”

Abigail calmly responded, “That’s one advantage of hiding our identities. We can choose better brands.

I think we should also start our brand. Even with fame, we still depend on others to make. money if we continue this way.”

“Running a store is headache-inducing enough, not to mention our studio, where it’s just the two of us managing everything. Expanding would be too draining, and we might even end up in the red,” Luna said.

They lacked experience in this area, and Luna didn’t want to take unnecessary risks.

“We’ll see. Get some rest. You’ve worked hard,” Abigail said, her voice warm.

After hanging up, Abigail noticed that Sean had sent her a message on WhatsApp.

She immediately opened it.

“Are you satisfied with how things turned out with Laura?”

“Yeah, it’s not bad.”

Abigail replied.

In any case, she knew she’d have to deal with the aftermath herself.

“You didn’t even have a chance to brew the floral tea I brought last time before heading to the set.”

Sean’s message had a gentle, reproachful tone.

Abigail quickly touched her face, then typed her response: “I had to get to the set as soon as I got back.

It’s been a while since I’ve been home. Work is tiring. I’ll rest for now.”

Of course, Sean knew. He had been staying in Abigail’s rented house while helping with the cleaning

Living alone in a house she used to live in, he realized even a tiny place could feel lonely without company.

The production continued shooting as usual.

At lunchtime, while Abigail vs eating her boxed meal, one of the handsome supporting actors sat beside her, smiling. “Could you help me with a chicken leg? I’ve been on a diet recently?

Abigail glanced at him. “Don’t you have an a*sistant?”

She recognized him as Jonathan Wind, a talented actor who didn’t have much financial support.

His fans often worried about him.

Jonathan smiled and said, “My a*sistant is on the heavier side. He doesn’t need to eat any better.

You’re too skinny. You should eat more.”