My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 1773

“Excuse me, sir, what’s going on here? Are you aware of the change the director made regarding the scene where | get beaten up by delinquents?”

The assistant director looked at the script, sighed, then glanced at Rosalynn and Tilda who were discussing the plot together.

He looked back at Ivy, lowered his head, and said in a hushed voice, “Sorry about this. But, since Tilda was the one who suggested this change, | couldn’t possibly object to it. Everyone listens to whatever she says, so everyone supports it.”

Ivy raised her eyebrows. So Tilda was the one behind this absurdity.

Furiously, she marched up to Tilda and swatted the script she was reading onto the floor. With an icy voice, Ivy asked, “How dare you play such a trick on me?”

Tilda calmly gazed up at Ivy. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Ivy fixed her gaze on Tilda and exclaimed, “You don’t know?! Why did you alter the script of the fourth female lead? Why make such a disgusting rape scene? Tilda, you did this on purpose to make me uncomfortable!”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Despite facing lvy’s anger, Tilda remained composed.

“Ivy, | ask you to respect the decisions of the scriptwriters rather than jumping to conclusions. The alterations in the storyline are intended for the improvement of the TV drama. I'd like to make it clear that the script may undergo further revisions in the future.

More revealing scenes might even be added. A dedicated actress approaches each role with professionalism and commitment. Clearly, you are not a professional actress, so | get it if you don’t understand what I’m talking about. If you find it unacceptable, it might be best for both of us if you leave the production. Let’s not waste each other’s time.”

Her speech was deliberate, and her words carried weight. Ivy’s face changed, and she asked, “What did you say? You're going to add more revealing scenes? Tilda, that’s too much!” Tilda calmly nodded. “Yes, | know. What are you going to do about it?”

Upon hearing these words, lvy’s eyes widened, and she pointed accusingly at Tilda. “Ah, Tilda, you just admitted it! You're doing this out of personal vendetta, aren’t you?”

Tilda merely offered a noncommittal smile. “You'd better alter the script!” Ivy shouted in frustration.

At this moment, Tilda retrieved the script from the floor and casually replied, “Sure, but you'll need to ask your sponsor to beg

me.

“How dare you!” Ivy seethed.

“The next scene is ready!” the director called out again.

Ivy’s assistant hurried over and informed her, “Miss Larson, your scene is about to start filming.”

Ivy shot daggers at Tilda and stamped her foot in frustration when she realized that arguing with Tilda was like talking to a wall. “Tilda, you’re making my life difficult on purpose! I’m going to go back and tell Dad!”

Tilda pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and lowered her gaze to the script. For a second, a hint of irony flickered in her eyes.