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"Mabel Quinn, I just came here today to be an extra and earn a little bit to eat, is that really bothering you?" Francine Howards suddenly shifted her tone, looking aggrieved and pitiful, as if she’d been subjected to tremendous unfair treatment.

At this moment, the entrance to the bathroom was bustling as people came and went, among them extras and crew members.

Quite a few people were gathered around watching, especially some extras who hadn’t interacted with Mabel Quinn before. Seeing this scene, they instinctively stood up for the underdog, pointing at Mabel Quinn, "That’s too overbearing."

"Exactly, what’s wrong with being an extra? Do they think they can just kick us out like that? We’re people too! Even if you’re a screenwriter or an investor representative, you should at least respect us!"

This was precisely the effect Francine Howards wanted, so she looked even more pitiful, and her eyes were welling up with tears, "Yes, I’m an extra, I don’t have any skills. You’re a screenwriter, your words carry more weight. But you can’t be so overbearing. Do you think 150 bucks can buy my dignity? That you can just kick me out like this? Even if we are extras, we’re not at your beck and call. You kick me out today, tomorrow you’ll kick others out, right?"

The extras beside her seemed to be stirred by Francine Howards’s words. A few men, even more agitated, said, "Yeah, what right do you have to kick people out just like that!"

"If you kick her out, we’re all walking out!"

After all, a pitiable woman often stirred a man’s protective instinct, and Francine Howards wasn’t hard on the eyes, either.

Mabel Quinn had to credit Francine Howards for this; was she aiming to make her a public enemy?

She lifted her gaze, coldly surveying the surroundings, especially at the men who were the loudest.

Under her gaze, those men inexplicably quieted down, always feeling there was a kind of pressure in her eyes.

"If any of you want to quit today’s shoot assignment, you’re free to do so, but if you voluntarily withdraw, we won’t pay as previously agreed," Mabel Quinn said coldly. "Besides, you only saw me asking Ms. Howards to leave the crew, but do you know it’s because Ms. Howards used a fake identity to join the crew? I’m already being generous by letting finance settle her wages for a day. There’s no such thing as 150 bucks buying dignity. Ms. Howards, wouldn’t you agree? I took a look at the list of extras before, but I didn’t see your name on it."

Francine Howards’s face turned bright red, "I... I was just filling in for someone else. That person had something to do and couldn’t come today."

"Then Ms. Howards, please use your own name to register with the extras next time. The crew has its rules and cannot use people with unclear identities," Mabel Quinn said. "Also, you don’t need to deliberately say those things to stir everyone’s anger and confuse the facts. Everyone here is smart and not going to be used by you to fire up. Do you expect others to forgo their pay just to vent your grievance? The problem is, you’re the one at fault in the first place!"