Han Yegun couldn’t describe the atmosphere on set as good.

    Most of the actors seemed overly conscious of Arthur Diaz.

    Even the veteran supporting actors, experienced in numerous films, weren’t immune to the tension. As for the newcomers who had stood out during auditions, the situation was even worse.

    Through the script readings, Han Yegun had confirmed this unease. It would have been better if it were just his imagination, but even now, everyone seemed to be closely monitoring Arthur Diaz’s every move.

    "The only one not affected seems to be Ju Seoyeon."

    While Arthur could break his contract and pay the penalty if he chose to, such an action was unlikely unless there was an extraordinary reason. For a professional actor, it would be an irresponsible move, and Arthur wasn’t the kind of person to lack that sense of professionalism.

    "Ju Seoyeon and Arthur, please come here."

    Han Yegun leisurely plopped down on a chair prepared on set—a simple, metal folding chair.

    Opposite him, two more identical chairs stood empty.

    At his call, both Seoyeon and Arthur approached, glancing between Han and the vacant chairs.

    "Take a seat. These are the only chairs available."

    "Alright."

    You didn''t buy this chapter

    Buy Now (3 coupons)