Chapter 1312
Chapter 1312:
“Push!” the director shouted from behind the monitor.
Margo immediately shoved Rory away and wiped her lips.
“You’re drunk!” Margo said, delivering the line from the script.
Rory didn’t respond. He tried to pull her closer, but she shoved him away and walked off without a second glance.
“Cut! That’s a wrap!” The director’s call rang out.
Margo hurried over to the monitor to review the footage. She watched herself carefully and, for once, felt satisfied—there were no obvious flaws.
They filmed several more scenes. It wasn’t until late at night that the crew finally decided to call it a day.
“You should tweet something,” Margo’s agent said as she draped a coat over Margo’s shoulders.
Margo hesitated, then said, “My phone’s dead. I’ll do it when I get back to the hotel p>
“Your phone ran out of battery?” the agent teased. “Don’t you carry several power banks every day p>
Margo’s discomfort flared. She turned her face away, guilt prickling under her skin.
Since Margo put it that way, the agent didn’t press further. She only reminded her again to tweet once she got back.
Margo nodded absently and trudged into the hotel. After a full day of work, all she wanted was rest.
It was already late. When she entered the lobby, the two front-desk receptionists were chatting, and Margo happened to overhear them.
“Have you seen the news? There was a car accident on Cruity Road p>
“Cruity Road? That’s not too far from here. What happened? Was it serious p>
“It looked like a car crashed into a tree by the roadside. I didn’t even dare look too closely at the photo, but it seemed bad. The driver was rushed to the hospital p>
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Hearing that, Margo shook her head. The driver must have been drunk—otherwise, who would veer off the road and slam into a tree?
The elevator doors slid open.
Just as she was about to step inside, she caught the receptionist’s last sentence.
“Look, they posted the license plate number. The last four digits are 9246 p>
Margo froze. A thought struck her, sharp and sudden. But the receptionist’s voice became muffled as the elevator doors closed.
A nameless dread surged in Margo’s chest. She glanced down at her phone, still switched off, and realized her wrist was trembling.
She instantly pressed the button to reopen the doors, stepped out, and rushed back to the front desk.
“Excuse me—can you show me the news about that car accident p>
The two receptionists were startled by her urgency, but they still handed her the phone.
Heart pounding, Margo scanned the article and stared at the wrecked car in the photo.