The assistant director followed L''s gaze. It was warm inside the greenhouse, and the man had taken off his coat. His sweater looked shabby and worn, with frayed edges tied together with a few strands of thread. He wore a pair of ck trousers that were so old they had turned pale from washing. His shoes were also unsuitable for winter.
He looked poor.
The assistant director was puzzled. "No idea. He''s just some old man in the vige."
"No one knows his name?" L frowned.
"I''ll ask John. He''s the one who handled the hiring," the assistant manager offered.
L nodded. "Thanks for the trouble."
She waited. But before John arrived, Matthew called out to her.
L walked over as a staff member handed her a face mask. She put it on and approached Matthew.
"Did you hurt yourself?" She frowned, noticing the blood on the back of his hand. Matthew shook his head. "It''s nothing."
Even though he told the staff it wasn''t serious, they still called L over.
L nced at the man in the military coat, who was not far away, before taking the alcohol spray offered by a staff member and disinfecting Matthew''s wound.
"It''s a minor injury. Since you''ll be transnting tomato seedlings, make sure it doesn''t get infected. Cover it with a bandage for now," she instructed.
The show wasn''t popr yet, and most participants were men in their twenties, like Matthew, with rtively low fame. Despite theirck of celebrity status, they were friendly and unpretentious. When they saw Matthew get hurt, they offered to help share his workload.
After treating his wound, L grabbed a shovel. "I''ll dig up the tomato seedlings. You carry them over there."
"That''s not right. This is the guests'' job," Matthew said, surprised that someone of L''s status would join in the work.
"Just make sure the cameras don''t catch me," L said, dodging the camera and informing the director of the situation.
Perhaps thinking that one more person helping out wouldn''t make much difference, the director agreed. To be cautious, L kept her face mask on.
But she didn''t know the director hadn''t removed the camera filming her.
L nced at the man in the military coat, who had moved closer to her. He was helping to carry supplies. Despite sweating bullets, he still kept his mask on.
The assistant director called John over, asked him a few questions, and approached L That man didn''t give a full name. He just said to call him Mr. Mapleford."
"Mr. Mapleford?" L found it odd.
"This vige is called Mapleford. Most people here have the samest name," the assistant director exined.
L paused. "But Louise said he married into the vige. How could he have the samest name?"
"Could just be a coincidence." The assistant director smiled and added. "If you really want to know his name, I can have John ask for his ID and
takre
a picture of it." fo
The assistant director didn''t understand why L was curious about the man''s identity. Surely she couldn''t possibly know someone from such a remote ce?
To his surprise, L nodded. "Sorry for the trouble."
The assistant director was baffled.
He turned to the director and quietly vented, "She''s asking us to investigate someone, but why would she care about some random guy? She can''t know anyone here."
"Just do as you''re told. That''s Mr. Morgan''s wife. We can''t afford to offend her," the director said.
"But didn''t the news say her parents died because of Morgan Group? Isn''t the Morgan family on guard against
her? She probably
won''t stay as his
wife for long, right?"
"Stop wasting your breath. Until the Morgan family issues an official statement, don''t do anything stupid," the director warned.
Sensing his displeasure, the assistant director quickly shut up and went to find John.
Meanwhile, L spent the entire morning digging up tomato seedlings. Her arms were sore by the time she was done.
During lunch, Ash suddenly appeared.
"L," he called out. "I brought you bread!"
"Have you eaten yet?" L didn''t take the bread from him.
"I did! One for you, one for me, and one for Grandma. We still have three left for dinner," Ash replied obediently.