บททั้งหมดของ Divorce That Scumbag And Take The Lead: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Evette’s eyes gleamed with pride. She knew deep down that these investments had little to do with her, but she enjoyed the flattery regardless, even if it was fake.People around her egged on, "Both Percival and Trent are really good to you. If you were to choose someone to marry, it’d be tough to decide.""Honestly, Trent is a better choice since he’s the rightful heir.""But Percival isn’t bad either."Feigning shyness, Evette replied, "What are you all talking about? I’ve only met them a few times. We’re not close." She wasn’t lying, but her teary, feigned shy eyes made it seem otherwise."Evette’s shy, huh? If you ask me, pick the considerate one. I heard Percival treated his ex-wife really well; he even bought an island, Eula Island, and built a theme park in her name. How romantic! I saw some old news about his ex. Even when her family went bankrupt and she had a mental breakdown, he never left her. Where do you find a guy like that? If he loves someone, he goes all out."As the

For Reid, his work was like his own child, and among all the storylines in The Palace, his favorite was Pinky’s arc—a proud warrior who lived and died with unwavering resolve. The character had only existed in his imagination until Eulalia’s performance brought Pinky to life on screen.Reid hated altering original scripts, but Eulalia’s acting had him itching to rewrite Pinky as the lead. He had a gut feeling that once the show aired, Eulalia would be an instant sensation. While other actors might have already hit their ceiling, for Eulalia, the sky was the limit.Changing the script was out of the question, though. It wasn't just about the source material—it involved other actors and fans as well. The biggest impact would be on Evette, a top actress and former TV queen, whose contract guaranteed her the lead role. If the second lead outshone her, it would violate the contract, and the backlash would be fierce, painting Reid as unprofessional and selfish, dragging the whole crew down

Recently, Percival and Trent had stirred up gossip over their backing of a certain actress, with most speculating it was Evette, especially since she didn't deny it at the launch party.“Evette?” Trent's gaze shifted back to the producer.The producer quickly explained, "She's in the lounge right now, her scenes are scheduled for the afternoon. But if you’d like to meet her, I can have someone bring her over."“Evette?” Trent smirked, turning to Percival. "Percival, that name reminds me of your old flame. Should we have them bring her out for a look?"He spoke casually, like picking a girl at a nightclub.Percival's face darkened. He knew Trent was deliberately trying to disgust him, but he couldn’t help recalling unpleasant memories.Trent gave Eulalia a lingering look, but he didn't forget why he was here. "Let me see the script for the upcoming scenes.""Of course, of course." The producer handed over scripts from the assistant director, one for each of them.The producer noticed t

The past few days focused mainly on filming scenes with Eulalia and Ozzie. Early call times were set, but Evette, who insisted on her beauty sleep, had her scenes shifted to the afternoon, much to Reid's growing frustration.Evette rushed over after touching up her makeup, aware only that the investors wanted to see her act, but clueless about the exact scene. Nervous and uneasy, she avoided asking questions, sneaking only a quick glance in Eulalia's direction before keeping her head down and eyes wandering—a behavior unlike her usual self.Trent's gaze lazily landed on her face, his eyes narrowing as if he found something amusing. "Let’s start. We'll shoot the scene where the beggars assault her."“What?!” Evette blurted out. She had read the script thoroughly and knew exactly which scene Trent was talking about—a part where Remi is surrounded by five or six beggars, nearly losing her dignity. Her clothes are torn, her hair disheveled, and she looks utterly defeated.Evette despised

"How did you forget your dead wife who burned in that fire and start liking her replacement? Percival, I thought you were such a devoted man, but I guess not," Trent sneered.Percival's jaw clenched, his whole body radiating murderous intent. "Don't you dare mention her!""The more you tell me not to, the more I want to," Trent said defiantly. As he spoke, the wound on his lip stung, making him wince. He glanced at Eulalia. In the past, if he'd gotten even a tiny scratch, that village girl would've been on the verge of tears with worry. But now she wouldn't even give him a warm look. Something sharp seemed to pierce his heart, causing a dull ache. He was usually good at enduring pain, but this feeling spread from his chest up to his throat, leaving him choked up.Trent pointed at Percival, unleashing his emotions: "This guy, Percival, the supposed perfect man plastered all over social media. Always going on about how he cherishes his wife and built an amusement park for his late wife.