MainNovelChapter 198 He clenched his fists, forcing himself to spit out the cruel words: "Let's break up. I can't stand your explosive temper." York's voice was as casual as ever, but as he spoke, the light vanished from his eyes.
Diana fought back her tears and shouted at York with venom, "Fine! Break up it is! Don't ccrawling back." Citrine watched the scene play out, her brow creasing ever so slightly.
It was a simple exchange, yet Seraphina and Clarence had already been called out by the director seven or eight times.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClarence kept forgetting his lines or getting them wrong, while Seraphina recited hers as if she were reading from a textbook-flat, emotionless, breaking into giggles every now and then. She had none of the professionalism expected of an actor.
Only on the final take did the two manage to deliver something halfway decent, but to Citrine, it still fell far short of acceptable.
Just then, the director signaled to them with a hand gesture. "Alright, that's a wrap." Clarence and Seraphina wasted no tleaving the set.
As they headed back toward their trailers, Citrine, who was sitting beside the director, suddenly spoke up. With a wry, almost amused smile, she looked at the director. "Tell me, is this the standard work ethic and efficiency I should expect from your entire cast?" She spoke loud enough for everyone on set to hear.
Seraphina and Clarence froze mid-step, turning around at once.
Seraphina, a popular rising star who was used to being fawned over on every set, had never been called out for her attitude before.
She spun on her heel and stalked up to Citrine, glancing her over and noting how young she looked. The disdain in Seraphina's eyes was unmistakable. "And who exactly are you? The director didn't say a word, so what makes you think you can?" Clarence followed close behind. For a split second, he was caught off guard by Citrine's striking features, but the memory of her words quickly soured his expression.
He backed Seraphina up. "We've been in this industry for years; our work speaks for itself. You don't have the right to dismiss our efforts." "Your work?" Citrine let out a cold laugh. "As far as I know, Clarence, you've only had one decent performance since you started-and that was ages ago. You haven't done anything worthwhile since, have you?" "And as for your so-called hard work, Clarence, you've clearly forgotten where you cfrom. You don't even bother reading the script ahead of time, yet you call yourself dedicated? Maybe you've gotten too comfortable in your success. Honestly, I'm amazed you were even cast as the lead." She fixed Clarence with a contemptuous stare.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClarence turned pale. He'd heard this kind of criticism before, but never had anyone dared say it to his face, especially not in front of so many people.
He'd been in the business for years, a seasoned veteran. Sure, he wasn't as popular as he once was, but he still had the connections and resources to land good roles.
"Listen, kid, letgive you sadvice: you can eat whatever you like, but watch what you say. In this industry, making enemies is the fastest way to end your career." It was the first tClarence had ever been humiliated so publicly; his face was chalk white with anger as he glared at Citrine.
Citrine ignored him. Instead, she turned back to the director, her tone firm. "Director, one of your actors of doesn't even bother with the script, and the other can't deliver a convincing performance and keeps laughing during takes. Honestly, I don't see how either of them is remotely fit for these roles."
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