Chapter 154: Chapter 154
"You are my partner?" Sylvia Lawson looked disdainfully at the young man in front of her. Though his looks were quite impressive, especially those seductive eyes that even she envied, she had never heard his name.
Since he’s mixed-race, he must be a ’transparent person’ with little fame abroad, joining this show probably to catch some domestic popularity and develop a bit.
Feeling Sylvia’s gaze, the young man let out a mocking snort, lazily stretched before walking to Quinn Lockwood, glancing at Sylvia and said, "I’d rather partner with her than you. This is Savannah Lowell, right? I’ve heard your name back in Meridia."
What kind of role is this? She actually looks down on him. If it weren’t for someone asking him to come here, he wouldn’t even glance at her.
Quinn Lockwood awkwardly pulled her mouth into a smile and nodded to him. It seemed she did not mention his name, Ethan Davis, perhaps she didn’t want to expose anything. But with his personality, he wouldn’t deign to participate in such a show, it couldn’t be...
An almost impossible thought flashed by, and Quinn shook her head. How could she think this was Elias Sinclair’s arrangement? It’s simply a fantasy.
"Alright, let’s not joke around. I hope you don’t drag me down. I don’t want to be punished." He lazily moved to stand next to Sylvia Lawson, his eyes carried disdain, yet his mouth still held a rebellious smile.
Sylvia Lawson’s face darkened from his words, but she restrained herself due to her public image, only casting a more venomous look at Quinn.
This way, the seven teams began executing their tasks.
Ethan opted to ally with Quinn to better gather information, while Sylvia’s demeanor was calm, but she was internally thrilled.
She had planned this all along; she couldn’t allow Dylan Quinn to be alone with this bitch.
"Look, there’s a box here." Quinn’s almond-shaped eyes trembled, spotting a huge box among the books in the distance. She hurriedly jogged over to drag it out, her fair hand quickly getting muddy.
Lowering her gaze, she found the box locked. Her face dimmed significantly: "Looks like we’ll need to find a key. Wonder if there are clues." She looked around and indeed found an envelope and a compass on the side. Opening it, it showed the next clue: Inside the western cave, stone.
Everyone was baffled by the few words of the clue. Dylan used his coat to wipe her hands: "Don’t worry, we’ll just go check the west side."
Quinn wanted to withdraw her hand but was conscious of the photographers filming them. She couldn’t embarrass Dylan, especially if aired, Dylan’s fans’ backlash could drown her.
The four of them walked for about half an hour without spotting any cave. Sylvia was already feeling heavy and sore in her legs. Without a specific path, the grass was growing so high, making it tough to walk. She looked at her limited edition white sneakers covered in mud and dust and suddenly stopped.
"Oh, can we stop walking now, I’m exhausted, how long are we going to go without a goal ?" Frustrated, she kicked a stone on the ground, glaring at the staff beside her, "Is there anywhere to rest? My sunscreen needs reapplication, and getting tanned will get me scolded by my manager."
"Uh... the resting area is not far, do you want to go there?" The director’s assistant glanced at their watch, noting they’ve indeed walked a long time.
While used to trailing behind celebrities, the assistant didn’t feel tired, but these pampered stars were different, and it was normal for them to struggle.
Sylvia really didn’t want to walk anymore. Not only did she feel sticky, but her makeup was about to smudge. How could she face the camera looking , or Dylan? Follow current novels on novelFirｅ.net
She switched to a pitiful, coy tone, "Dylan, let’s rest for a while, okay? We’ve been walking so long, my legs are killing me."
A bit startled that Sylvia asked him, Dylan inadvertently looked at Quinn as if seeking her opinion.
Sylvia bit her lip secretly, her eyes seemingly pooling with tender affection, "I really don’t have the strength anymore, and Savannah must be tired too, right? Let’s rest for a little while, okay?"
Slightly lowering her eyes, Quinn raised her cheeks, smiling with innocent cheer to her: "I’m not tired, Sylvia. If you’re struggling, why not rest first? We can meet up once we find the key."
Then, she took Sylvia’s hand and approached the assistant with a polite attitude: "I’m worried Sylvia might get lost, so could you please take her there? Rest assured with us, there are several photographers tagging along, we won’t run into any problem."
The director’s assistant wasn’t often treated cordially by actresses. Compared to Sylvia’s arrogant demeanor as if others should serve her, Quinn was a stark contrast, making the assistant very friendly towards her.
Since Ethan and Sylvia were a CP combination, despite any reluctance, he adhered to the rule and accompanied her to the resting area.
Seeing she finally left, Quinn quickened her pace, eager to find the tent early and not slow Dylan down.
The stone-filled weeds tripped her as she walked fast. Quinn inadvertently stepped on a round stone, losing balance and falling to her knees.
Her knees had been injured previously by a car crash; this fall caused direct inertia, the pain made her stifle a groan. Her delicate hands scrapped by jagged stones left multiple cuts.
"How is it, does it hurt a lot? Let me carry you to rest." Dylan held Quinn, looking at her tightly pressed lips, very distressed.
The staff filming behind them was shocked too. If she got injured, it would be terrible, a minor shoot delay was a lesser evil, but if she decided to quit and return...
Sending a helicopter from this wild field could only be done tomorrow! If she then blogged about getting hurt during a survival show recording, this program would likely face dissolution.
But Quinn shook her head, stubbornly trying to move her leg to relieve the pain, then wiped her hand on her clothes, staining her white T-shirt with mud and a few bloody streaks.
"It’s fine, it’s just a small matter. When I was younger, I often ran around the yard; falling on concrete was way worse than this." Quinn foolishly looked at Dylan, recalling her childhood chasing a dog then being chased back by that dog. She couldn’t help but burst into laughter.