Chapter 1146 Car Accident
Jane felt groggy during the latter half of the trip and didn't bother to open her eyes. She wondered when Anthony had switched places with Calvin.
Jane immediately called Calvin, and it wasn't until the third ring that he picked up.
"Calvin, where are you?" Jane asked.
Calvin, still in bed and half-asleep, yawned. "Jane, I'm sleeping."
Jane's anxiety finally eased. "Seems like you're doing fine. I was worried, fearing the worst had come to you."
When Jane first learned that the person who brought her home last night might have been Anthony, she really suspected that Anthony had done something to Calvin. Otherwise, how could the person who brought her home change halfway?
"Why are you talking like you're cursing me so early in the morning? Did I offend you?" Calvin rubbed his face, forcing himself to wake up.
"Tell me, who brought me home yesterday?" Jane asked.
"Me! Jane, instead of thanking me, you're disturbing my sleep!" Calvin complained.
"You're lying!" Jane gritted her teeth in anger. "I'll give you one more chance. Tell the truth!"
Calvin was so scared that he instantly woke up and sat up. "You know? How did you find out?"
That was an admission.
Even over the phone, Calvin could feel that Jane was very angry.
"Jane, I didn't want to either. You know Anthony; he's strong and ruthless. How could I beat him? Besides, he promised me he wouldn't do anything to you."
Jane really wanted to knock Calvin's head open to see what was inside. "Criminals never admit they're criminals."
Calvin was silent for a moment, then nervously asked, "Did he do anything to you?"
"No! Stop overthinking! Get all the garbage out of your head!" Jane scolded.
Calvin let out a long sigh of relief. "That's good! Then there's nothing to worry about! You don't have to feel awkward. Just pretend you don't know about this. I don't think he intended for you to find out," he tried to reassure her.
"Forget it; I don't want to talk to you." Jane hung up the phone, rolling her eyes in frustration.
Jane had originally planned to treat Calvin to a meal and give him a pair of limited-edition sneakers to thank him for bringing her home last night.
Now, there was nothing for an unreliable friend!
However, Calvin was right about one thing. As long as no one brought it up, she could pretend she didn't know about it.
Jane was thinking this as she walked downstairs and heard the bodyguard reporting to Jovan. "Yes, it was Anthony. Mr. Watkins, rest assured, we didn't let him into the house. I'm not sure why Anthony brought Ms. Watkins back."
The bodyguard turned his head towards Jane, looking slightly terrified.
After hanging up the phone, the bodyguard awkwardly asked, "Ms. Watkins, did you hear everything?"
Jane couldn't pretend she hadn't heard.
"Don't mention this to me." Jane waved her hand.
"Got it," the bodyguard said.
Jane pondered for several days but couldn't figure out what Anthony wanted.
A black trench coat was left at her house, and no one came to retrieve it.
Anthony seemed to appear and disappear suddenly. If Jane weren't so observant, he might not have left any traces or memories in her life over the past few days.
Jane's fame skyrocketed after that reality show, catching the eye of entertainment industry bigwigs.
For a while, she got more invites to TV shows than photography gigs.
Anyone else might've jumped at the chance to dive into the entertainment world—glamour, fame, and quick cash. But not Jane. She turned them all down, sticking to her roots.
She only accepted one gig: a big fashion documentary shoot. It needed a ton of people—models, designers, hosts, judges, and a whole crew, including photographers like Jane.
The shoot was in a desert, a place so empty it could create stunning visuals.
Jane was in group A, and half her studio team came along. Seven of them crammed into a small van packed with cameras and lenses.
"Jane, it's so dry here!" one of her team members complained. "Aren't you worried about your skin?"
Everyone knew Jane was all about beauty.
"Not worried," Jane said, peering out the window through her sunglasses, already searching for inspiration. "I brought plenty of sunscreen, masks, and skincare products."
Lester chimed in, "Jane, haven't you been to a place like this before? Didn't you win an award for a desert photo?"
"Yeah," Jane replied. "But that place wasn't as beautiful, even more desolate."
People thought Jane had it easy, always in the spotlight. Few knew the hard work and sacrifices behind her success. For her love of photography, she'd braved the harshest deserts, the coldest Arctic, and the most dangerous Veridiania.
Suddenly, the van hit something hard with a loud thud.
"What happened? Did we crash?"
"What's going on?"
Chaos erupted inside the van.
Jane unbuckled her seatbelt and went to the front. "What happened?"
"We crashed," the driver said, throwing up his hands.
They'd hit a big truck carrying logs.
The truck driver was at fault, not theirs.
Jane didn't want any delays. "Settle it with the truck driver, take some photos of the accident, and let's move."
With so many people coming from different places for the shoot, they had a meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning. They needed to get there tonight.
"The van's broken," the driver said, trying to start the engine in vain. "We'll need a repair shop."
Jane rubbed her forehead, feeling her luck had run out.
The driver got out to talk to the truck driver.
The team had overheard. "Jane, is the van broken?"
Jane nodded, looking annoyed. "Don't worry, I'll see if I can get another ride."
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