?<strong>Chapter 423:</strong>


    Meanwhile, Lise was filming an episode of Weekend Party. The show was being broadcast live, and everything had been smooth until the final segment.


    Toward the end, one of the female guests turned to Lise with a curious expression. “Lise, I heard you recently bought a script. Are you nning to transition into producing?”


    Lise, everposed, nodded calmly. “Yes, that was my intention. I wanted a project where I could be both the producer and lead actress. However, the scriptpany hired a writer for me who turned out to have giarized from Katrina’s early blog posts.” She sighed softly, a trace of regret in her tone. “I’ve always supported originality. Even if it costs me more, I won’t stand for giarized works.”


    “I’ve always admired Katrina’s work,” Lise continued. “This writer’s style seemed somewhat simr, which is why I decided to give this neer a chance. She imed she was in urgent need of money, so I paid her a sixty percent advance, even though she hadn’tpleted the script.”


    One of the other guests raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “A neer? And you paid a sixty percent deposit?”


    Lise nodded again, her tone unassuming yet pointed. “The script was priced at one million in total. She hadn’t written anything yet—only provided a short sample draft. I’m not well-read myself, so I have great admiration for talented and educated people. I didn’t expect…” Her words hung in the air like a bombshell, causing an immediate uproar.


    Even the host looked stunned. “A neer dared to ask for a million? And sixty percent upfront, before delivering anything?” The live chat exploded with heatedments.


    “I’m a writer, and this makes me furious. I’ve written two screenys and still struggle to get decent pay for TV episodes. How did this person think they could demand so much?”


    “giarizing Katrina’s work? That’s like copying Harry Potter and trying to sell it as an original fantasy. Absolutely shameless.”


    “To be honest, I didn’t like Lise before, but her firm stance on supporting originality just won me over! Acting skills can improve, and looks can be fixed, but celebrities with such strong values are rare!”


    “Does anyone know who this giarist is? They need to be cklisted. We need to nip this in the bud!”


    In the dimly lit underground parking lot of the Campbell family’spany, the supplier slipped into his car, ready to leave after his meeting. As he started the engine, his eyes caught a figure lingering behind one of the concrete pirs.


    It was Yara. She was wearing an ultra-short skirt that barely covered her hips, paired with a tight top that revealed her cleavage.


    Her long, smooth legs gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights. For a brief moment, the supplier’s mind conjured an image of Carrie, but he quickly shook it off. Kristopher’s presence loomed toorge to entertain such thoughts.


    Rolling down the window, he gave Yara a wide grin, his tone dripping with mock concern. “Ms. Campbell, what are you doing here? Need any help?”


    Yara’s nose wrinkled slightly in disdain as she noticed his lecherous gaze, but she forced herself to smile. She remembered having seen the man at her house.


    Stepping closer, she leaned down so that her chest was at eye level with him. “You’ve been to my house before, haven’t you?” she asked sweetly. “I remember you. My card’s been frozen, and I need money for something urgent. Can you lend me twenty thousand? I’ll have my father repay you tonight.”


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