CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: THERE’S A LIMIT TO DREAMING, OKAY?

The assistant hung up the phone and was stunned for a while.

Did he mishear, or did Damian Knight have something wrong with his brain?

Or maybe, spring is coming?

If that’s the case... what does a trillion-dollar project matter?

The real deal is to have a future heir for the Knight Group!

In no time, it was the next day, and Summer Monroe was woken up early by the servants.

"Miss, the people from the Knight Group have arrived, you need to get up quickly."

Summer had learned about Stella Monroe and Felix Jennings’ relationship last night and felt great, having had a rare good night’s sleep.

Being woken up suddenly now, she had no morning grumpiness and got up nimbly after rubbing her temples.

As soon as she went downstairs, she saw more than a dozen people standing there, making the originally spacious hall seem cramped.

This many people?

Summer felt a headache, having a hunch that today’s shoot would be exhausting.

Just as Summer was about to go downstairs, footsteps sounded behind her.

She turned around and saw Clarissa Stanton walking towards her with a delicate makeup.

Clarissa had her hair styled in a ’Nezha bun’ that Summer had just done yesterday, but the hairstyle didn’t suit Clarissa because of her sharp face shape and narrow eyes, making it look awkward rather than cute.

"Sister," Summer greeted with a smile.

Henry Stanton drank so much last night that he wouldn’t be up before noon, so Clarissa couldn’t be bothered to pretend to be sisterly, and directly rolled her eyes at Summer, then headed downstairs.

She glanced downward and saw more than a dozen people waiting there, her eyes immediately shining.

The crew had informed her that someone would come to pick her up today, but she hadn’t expected such a grand gesture.

It seemed that Damian Knight’s business card was really handy!

She thought so; after all, she was a friend of Damian Knight. Even the big-shot director Simon Sutton would have to beg her to act!

See, on the first day, they gave her such a grand reception, she decided to forgive Simon Sutton’s lack of manners during the audition day.

In high spirits, Clarissa couldn’t help but walk back to Summer and say, "Sister, I heard you’re going to a shoot too?"

"Yes." Summer didn’t know why Clarissa came back but nodded along.

Clarissa then pretentiously and arrogantly said, "Don’t be too nervous, shooting some promotional video should be easy. Unlike me, who has to shoot a major film, I’ll probably be exhausted today! Let’s not talk more; look, so many people downstairs are waiting for me!"

Summer was stunned, realizing that Clarissa had misunderstood.

She was about to speak when Clarissa turned around excitedly and ran downstairs, saying to those waiting, "Okay, I’m ready, let’s head to the set."

Clarissa, like a leader, walked at the forefront.

But after taking a few steps, she noticed something was off, as no one followed her.

She glanced back, confused, and saw the group staring at each other, looking puzzled about what she was saying.

"What’s wrong with you all? Aren’t you leaving?"

"Ahem!" Summer felt embarrassed for Clarissa, coughed, and walked down to say, "Sister, you misunderstood, they are here to pick me up."

Clarissa: "... Are you kidding me?"

Just for a promotional ad, does it really require so many people?

"Summer, even in your dreams, there should be a limit, right?"