Chapter 634 Sweet Extra of Couple Variety Show 119
Cindy gently tapped Melissa on the shoulder, then turned back with a smile to watch the guys bustling around in the villa's dining room.
Amy, with a piece of dried fruit Kevin had handed her earlier hanging from her mouth, struggled to chew it while frowning and mumbling, "So, if the guys are playing basketball while we're playing volleyball, we won't get to see them play, right?"
"You'll catch it when the show airs. What's the rush?" Marshall laughed.
Amy clicked her tongue, took the half-chewed fruit out of her mouth, and said, "It's way cooler to watch it live."
"I think you just want to see Mr. Martinez. After the show wraps, you two can head back to the city and find a basketball court," Marshall teased.
Amy started to protest, "That's not—"
But she suddenly felt a gaze on her. She turned and met Kevin's eyes, froze for a moment, then quickly looked away and silently continued chewing her fruit.
In the kitchen, a few tall men were jostling to get tasks done.
Clayton, washing a plate at the sink, nudged Brent with his elbow. "Did you hear? Marshall said we're playing basketball this afternoon."
Brent, with a toothpick dangling from his mouth, scoffed, "Is Marshall out of his mind? How are we supposed to play basketball on the beach? Where's the hoop?"
"The props team follows us everywhere. They probably have a portable hoop stashed away somewhere. It's not impossible," Clayton replied.
Brent grunted in agreement, then turned to Gabriel, who was putting leftovers in the fridge. He grinned and sidled up to him. "Mr. Harriman, how's your basketball game?"
Gabriel glanced at him. "What about it?"
"Basketball, man. Didn't you hear Marshall's plan? We're doing a three-on-three match," Brent said, nudging Gabriel's arm like an old buddy, clearly hoping Gabriel was a secret pro.
Lester, leaning casually against the counter, chuckled. "Brent, you're asking the wrong guy. Mr. Harriman here is a billionaire who spends his days in a skyscraper managing his empire. He probably makes more in a minute than you do in a year of acting. When would he have time for basketball?"
Brent noticed Gabriel's lack of interest and how he closed the fridge without acknowledging Lester. Brent started to wonder if he had indeed asked the wrong question.
But Gabriel didn't seem petty. If he couldn't play, he couldn't play. No big deal.
Brent cleared his throat, trying to save face for Gabriel. "It's been years since I've played this kind of schoolyard game myself. We're all busy, so it's normal not to have time for it."
He looked at Gabriel, who had turned around, and smiled. "Mr. Harriman, let's skip the drawing lots. You and I can team up. My skills might not be the best, but I promise we won't lose! I won't let you down!"
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