A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 2219

Chapter 2219:

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Elva was typically easy-going, but her family’s indulgence shielded her from ever being mistreated like this.

Late at night, the director arrived, hoping to sway Elva.

Amelia greeted him at the door.

Always straightforward, Amelia had represented famous actresses before and, aware of Elva’s influential background, she was undaunted.

Besides, everyone knew Elva was Rena’s precious daughter.

What made Rena so influential in the industry? Apart from being a member of the Fowler family, she also wielded considerable influence in the entertainment sector.

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Despite investing heavily in films over the years, Rena kept a low profile.

Moreover, Elva lacked ambition, keeping this aspect of her family’s influence relatively unknown.

As soon as the director appeared, Amelia said, “I don’t care who supports Hurst. It’s not okay for him to treat Elva like this! Yes, Elva is new to acting, but she was once chosen by a renowned director. That she had to leave that project doesn’t give Hurst the right to criticize her acting or try to coach her! Sure, he recently won an award for best artist, but who knows if it’s truly due to his talent or something else?”

The director appeared uncomfortable with Amelia’s straightforwardness.

After a brief pause, Amelia continued, “You know Elva’s background as much as I do. I won’t allow Hurst to bully my client. Never!”

Amelia’s frustration burst out in a curse.

Hearing her, the director urged calmly, “Let’s discuss this, alright?”

Amelia smirked in response.

“This is me being calm!”

The director looked uncomfortable, touching his nose awkwardly before explaining, “Well, the main investor in our film is actually tied to Hurst. So I’m in a tough spot! If Hurst decides to complain, it could jeopardize the entire shoot. Everyone’s put so much effort into this movie, you know.”

Amelia was ready to unleash more curses, but Elva, leaning casually against the bar with a glass of wine in hand, said softly, “I won’t argue with him unless Hurst goes too far.”

It was the response the director had been hoping for.

He nodded appreciatively at her reasonable stance.

Amelia waved him off dismissively before firmly shutting the door behind him.

Alone now, she muttered under her breath, “What a mess of a team! Letting that man call the shots?”

Elva stayed quiet, her mind racing.

She had hoped the director’s talk with Hurst would settle things, but she never expected Hurst to pull a move like this.

When Elva signed the contract, it clearly stated she wouldn’t have any real intimate scenes, just substitutes or camera tricks.

It was that clear.

So when it came time for the kissing scene, Elva refused to do it for real.

But Hurst argued back, talking about professionalism.

Then he laid down a threat, his voice sharp: “If you use a substitute or camera trick, I’m done—decide—who stays: her or me?”

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