Chapter 688 Sweet Extras of Couple Variety Show 173
Jessica's gaze lingered on Gabriel a bit too long, prompting him to glance down at her.
Gabriel's eyes were calm and devoid of any extra emotion.
He seemed composed, yet clearly uninvolved in the situation.
Jessica suddenly wondered if she was overthinking things. Gabriel wasn't an actor, so he wouldn't be putting on a show for her.
But he had gone out of his way to buy her breakfast that morning, and it was quite early.
Meeting Gabriel's gaze again, she found it still calm and unperturbed, with a hint of questioning directed at her, as if he was wondering what nonsense she was thinking.
Right, he was the sponsor here. Whatever the production team had planned, it wasn't unusual for him to be informed ahead of time, even if he didn't have the script.
With that thought, Jessica looked away and continued listening to the director.
Marshall picked up a megaphone and announced, "You all have ten minutes to prove your innocence. Shortly, staff will come to help analyze the 'crime scene' details and evidence. You'll also have time to search your rooms for clues. We need to find the culprit before nightfall, or else tomorrow's shoot at the ranch and forest park will be difficult to schedule."
Everyone glanced at the "corpse" lying in a pool of blood in the kitchen, then at Marshall, who was speaking seriously through the megaphone, and exchanged puzzled looks.
"We were all at the dining table waiting for breakfast, except for Clayton, who suddenly ran off. No one else had the time to commit the crime," Maurice spoke up, instantly drawing everyone into their roles.
"Yeah, we only came over when we heard Clayton's voice. Could Clayton be the one trying to frame someone else?" Hugo, though a newcomer, quickly got into character and turned to look at Clayton.
Clayton looked exasperated. "It wasn't me, guys. Use your brains, will you?"
Jessica stood next to Gabriel, watching him observe the direction of the corpse in the kitchen and the surrounding items. She stayed silent, carefully examining the scene herself.
The kitchen utensils were all in their usual places. There were unfinished vegetables on the cutting board, an open juicer on the counter, and various fruits scattered from a nearby bag, indicating the chef had been preparing juice. The scattered items suggested something had happened suddenly.
A spare folding table was leaning against the kitchen wall. It seemed to have been knocked over when the chef's "body" fell, lying askew next to the corpse and stained with blood. Beside the table was a blood-stained kitchen knife.
Jessica could only take in these details in a few seconds.
Around her, the other guests were fully immersed in their roles, arguing and defending themselves.
Clayton, especially, was getting frustrated. "I had a task, but it ended here. The director said he'd give me something to do today, which involved coming to the kitchen to find the chef. Then you saw this scene. I'm acting, but that doesn't mean I'm the killer!"
Brent stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Out of everyone, only Clayton left the table and was out of sight. It sounds like he's the most suspicious, but could it really be that simple?"
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