Chapter 687 Sweet Extra of Couple Variety Show 172
Brent wasn't buying it. "Isn't that just the prize Jessica won for us? Marshall, you look like you're up to no good this early. Quit the act."
With that, Brent quickly got up and swapped seats with Clayton, putting more distance between himself and Marshall.
Clayton chuckled and teased, "You little rascal."
A few minutes later, Clayton stood up. "Where's the hotel kitchen? I'm gonna check when breakfast will be ready. I'm starving."
As Clayton walked away, the guests exchanged puzzled glances, trying to act casual. Clayton's odd behavior since yesterday had everyone on edge, suspecting he was up to something.
Eventually, all eyes turned to Cindy.
Feeling their stares, Cindy quickly shook her head and whispered, "I don't know anything, really!"
Suddenly, a scream echoed from the back of the hotel.
The scream was startled and, though strange, unmistakably Clayton's voice.
Hearing the commotion, Cindy's expression froze. She hadn't expected this and hurriedly got up to run towards the back.
Everyone else, equally confused, followed suit, sensing it wasn't a trivial matter.
The hotel wasn't large, and the kitchen was just a short distance away. When they arrived, they found Clayton sitting on the floor, his legs weak, staring in terror at the kitchen.
Everyone looked into the kitchen.
There, on the floor, lay a body in a pool of blood.
The blood was fake, a prop for filming.
The body was fake too.
Brent's mouth twitched as he kicked Clayton's leg. "Alright, enough. You're the only one with the script, huh? You acted so well, I thought it was real."
Clayton quickly massaged his face, which had contorted from his intense method acting, and stood up, hiding behind the director. He looked like he believed any of the guests could be the killer and sought protection from the director.
Cindy, seeing her husband's acting up close for the first time, was speechless.
The other guests were equally stunned.
Clayton, you overdid it!
The camera then focused on the fake body on the kitchen floor. Marshall, looking serious, said, "Due to a mysterious murder in the hotel, the victim being our chef Finnegan, today's filming at the forest park and stables is postponed. We need to find the killer first!"
Elise nudged Melissa's arm and whispered, "Aren't these reality shows, especially detective ones, supposed to have scripts? Why don't I know anything?"
Melissa whispered back, "Don't worry, I don't know either. I didn't get a script."
Amy leaned in and whispered, "It seems the production team changed the plan last minute."
They all turned to Jessica, who was nearby. "Ms. Jenner, do you have a script?"
Jessica, still processing everything, looked at them, blinked, and shook her head. "I don't."
But as she said this, she slowly turned her gaze to Gabriel, who stood beside her, his expression calm and unchanged.
How did Gabriel know they wouldn't be having breakfast this morning?
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