The atmosphere plunged into a stalemate.
The vast green studio was eerily silent.
Travis Miller stared at her coldly, and the air seemed to unfurl sharp nets that could sever one's breath.
Salma Lula understood that the core of this issue entirely lay with her. With Travis's intelligence, if Abigail Hemsworth could see it, he surely wasn't oblivious.
Since the incident with Felix Fairfax, she was nearly sentenced to death in front of Travis Miller.
"Abigail Hemsworth." She took a deep breath and spoke softly, "May I give up this role?"
Abigail glanced at her coldly, "Are you proud? Is the man you like confronting me for your sake? Anyway, this role is insignificant to you. Now that your purpose is fulfilled, what's the point in holding onto it?
Don't pretend to be the understanding and kind character at this time. People are willing to use you even at the cost of huge financial losses. You should be holding onto this role to avoid disappointing him."
