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I'll go sort things out.
As she started to walk away, she heard Luka say thanks.
Confused, she stopped and looked back.
Luka seemed impatient again.
"What are you staring at? Move it and get ready for the next scene.
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I don't have all day!" Stella bit her lip, questioning what she'd heard.
This was the usual arrogant, self-absorbed Luka.
That "thanks" could have been her imagination. Stella's gaze briefly flickered with irritation.
"Okay, I'm on my way.
As she walked towards the costand makeup room, she grumbled to herself.
Being an art director, she didn't appreciate being treated like Luka's personal assistant.
Luka might have been skilled, but his disregard for others' feelings and lack of professionalism irked her.
Unbeknownst to Stella, Ashley Payne, who had just shared the stage with Luka, watched her leave with a cold, unwelcoming stare.
Meanwhile, Matthew and Amara approached the Clark family's mansion.
Suddenly, Amara grabbed his hand, a look of worry in her eyes.
"Matthew, should I really go inside?" Matthew squeezed her hand reassuringly, his gaze determined.
"Don't worry.
I've got this under control.
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The servant hurried to open the door, his face lighting up at seeing Matthew.
However, his smile faltered when he noticed Amara.
"Sir..."
"What is it?" Matthew asked, a frown creasing his forehead as he noticed the servant's hesitance.
The servant glanced at Amara, then back at Matthew, struggling to find the words. Your grandfather has explicitly said your mother can't enter.
Amara felt a burning blush on her cheeks, avoiding eye contact with the servant while attempting to free her hand from Matthew's firm grip. Matthew, however, held on tighter.
Bowing her head, she murmured, "Matthew, maybe I should leave.
You can go in alone.
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