Ivy glared at the phone, a volcano of anger ready to erupt.
“Mom! Did you catch all that? What's Dad blabbering about? He's partial towards me? In fact, he preferred Tilda! According to him, Tilda is the golden child, and I'm just a stain on his reputation!” “Enough! Watch and shut your trap! Have you ever heeded my words?” Renata scolded sternly, but Ivy felt wronged, tears streaming down her face.
“Mom, are you joining the scolding party? It's all Tilda’s doing.
Why's everyone laying it on me?” Renata, suppressing her anger, consoled her daughter, patting her on the back.
“Stop crying already. I'm not pointing fingers at you. Trust me; I'll see you get justice.” Ivy sniffled. “Mom, | can’t leave the crew, and | won't let those extras take advantage of me. You have to cup with something!” Renata pondered and said, “If Tilda won't budge on the script, we can simply drop the fourth female lead role.” Ivy was shocked. “Mom, are you, like Dad, tellingto quit?” “Absolutely not,” Renata replied, a scheming glint in her eyes.
“Remember you mentioned Zoe, the third female lead, being sponsored by the Larson Group?” “Yes.” Renata’s eyes sparkled with cunning. “Let’s give her the boot, and you can snag the third female lead role!” Ivy's eyes lit up. “Fantastic idea! Mom, how do we get = x leave?” Renata assured her, “Don’t worry. | just need to make a call!”