Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 373: Behind-the-Scenes Scandals

Chapter 373: Behind-the-Scenes Scandals

"Amanda, are you okay?" Ella rushed over, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

If not for the worn-out cotton sofa Eric had just kicked into place, Amanda would have fallen badly, possibly suffering bruises or even a fracture!

That person clearly didn’t want this film to proceed smoothly!

"I’m fine, luckily Mr. Nelson reacted quickly..." Amanda’s complexion began to improve, and Ella quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Tiffany and the others quickly consoled Amanda as well, while Ella watched discreetly from the side.

Tiffany’s concern for Amanda seemed genuine—undeniably so.

Yet, something still felt off to Ella. Tiffany’s actions... Why did they feel so familiar?

"What happened? Didn’t you check the harness properly?" Eric turned coldly toward the staff.

"Mr. Nelson, we did check it, but during the break right before shooting, we didn’t double-check it!" a staff member stammered nervously.

Eric cast a sharp glance at the production supervisor. "Make sure to be more thorough from now on. If Amanda had fallen, could you afford the consequences?"

"Yes, Mr. Nelson, you’re absolutely right!" the supervisor hurriedly responded.

Amanda quickly regained her composure. After sipping some tea to calm her nerves, she dove back into filming.

Her performance became increasingly captivating—so much so that even Tiffany couldn’t overshadow her, despite being in the foreground!

Ella stood on the sidelines, her expression dark as ink.

Two hours later, Mia arrived with a large bag of snacks. While Amanda eagerly reached for some, the other supporting actresses hesitated out of politeness.

"Thanks, Mia! Why don’t you stick around this time?" Ella said expectantly.

"Of course! How could I refuse when you ask? Plus, I love watching filming!" Mia replied enthusiastically.

However, the moment she spotted Eric, she quickly lowered her head. "Mr. Nelson!"

Eric gave a slight nod. "Take good care of Ella."

Mia grinned and nodded brightly.

Tiffany’s gaze lingered briefly on the cheerful Mia, her expression unreadable.

Ella carried the bag back to her room, with Mia trailing behind.

Once inside, Ella shut the door and retrieved two delicate boxes, handing them to Mia. "Mia, you understand, don’t you? There’s no signal here, no way to make a call, so..."

Mia, being sharp, caught on immediately. "Got it!"

After handing over the boxes, Ella paused in thought. "Whoever tampered with the equipment clearly doesn’t want the movie I chose to succeed. But I haven’t offended anyone here."

Mia chuckled. "You’re Mrs. Nelson—there are plenty of people jealous of you."

Ella shook her head. "Tiffany? She reminds me so much of... Hannah."

Over the past three years, if Hannah had grown, she might have reached Tiffany’s level by now—especially with the backing of the Miller family.

But Hannah was currently in S City; they were two entirely different people.

Maybe... Tiffany was trained by Hannah?

The thought made Ella shake her head again.

What a tangled mess. The more she thought about it, the less sense it made.

"Forget it. Let the evidence do the talking!" Ella sighed, her instincts telling her it wasn’t that simple.

While roaming the room, Mia noticed a red blinking light on a watch. Following the direction of the indicator, she found a tiny object hidden nearby.

Her expression darkened as she handed the item to Ella.

Ella glanced at it, then let out a cold laugh.

Dinner that evening was catered by Nelson Group’s luxury hotel, ensuring the food was of exceptional quality.

Outside the small cottage, Ella and Eric sat on the grass, their affection for each other evident. Amanda discreetly snapped a photo of their backs and uploaded it to Twitter, delivering a sharp rebuttal to fans accusing Eric of favoritism toward her.

The trolls were shameless. Tiffany had landed the supporting actress role, but they still had the nerve to attack Eric. Amanda couldn’t help but feel indignant.

After dinner, Richard pushed the cast to continue filming, rushing to meet deadlines but ensuring every detail was handled meticulously.

Ella stayed on set until 9 PM before growing tired and retiring to her room with Mia.

...

It was unclear how long she had been asleep when a sudden knock at the door jolted her awake.

Ella sat up, startled. Mia, looking serious, opened the door to find Tiffany’s assistant, Allison, standing there in a state of panic.

"Ms. Davis..." Allison stammered.

Ella walked over, her voice calm but tinged with fatigue. "What is it?"

Allison hesitated, then blurted out, "I... I think I saw something I shouldn’t have!"

Ella frowned, still groggy. "What exactly did you see?"

Allison’s expression grew grim. "I... I saw Mr. Nelson and Amanda together..."

Several actors, who were on break, overheard the exchange and gathered around. Ella let out a cold laugh. "Where?"

Allison pointed nervously ahead. "The seventh lounge."

The seventh lounge was Eric’s temporary rest area. Though the house was modest, it was suitable for use as a private space.

The group moved toward the lounge en masse, with Ella following close behind, her gaze fixed on Allison.

Allison was Tiffany’s assistant. Having her bring this up made sense—it created a convenient scapegoat should things go wrong.

At the door to the lounge, everyone stopped, the door firmly shut. The crowd turned to Ella, awaiting her reaction.

Mia frowned, uneasy with all the scheming. She couldn’t help worrying—if Eric truly was involved with Amanda, could Ella handle it?

Ella’s expression was stormy, as if she believed Allison’s claim. She knocked several times, but there was no response.

"Ms. Davis, kick it down already! What if they’re..." Allison urged anxiously, as though afraid of what they might find.

Ella delivered a strong kick to the door, which promptly split in two and crashed to the ground. The quality of the house left much to be desired.

Inside, there was only a bed, a chair, and a few scattered pieces of clothing—but the bed was empty.

Allison’s face went pale as she lowered her gaze, unable to meet Ella’s mocking, icy stare. "I-I swear, I saw them go in together!"

"Oh? And now that the room is empty, how do you explain that?" Ella said with a light laugh. "Allison, even though you’re Ms. Fox’s assistant, I won’t tolerate baseless accusations."

The gathered actors, disappointed by the anticlimax, began to criticize Allison for jumping to conclusions.

Tears welled in Allison’s eyes. She hadn’t anticipated this outcome. "I’m sorry, I must have been mistaken. Maybe they only went in briefly and left... I just—I was worried..."