Wayne Payne's head was spinning from being thrown to the ground. Forget fighting back—he couldn't even get a single word of protest out!
"What's going on?" Felix Hughes asked as he emerged from the crowd.
He hadn't been there a moment ago; he'd stepped out to handle something. When he got a call saying there was trouble, he rushed back immediately. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he was met with this scene.
"It's just a personal conflict, nothing to do with the crew," Rose Shaw explained, stepping forward.
Since Rose Shaw had said as much, Felix Hughes didn't press the matter.
Besides, as long as personal matters didn't affect the shoot, it wasn't their place to interfere.
"It's getting late," Felix Hughes announced to the crowd gathered in the courtyard. "If there's nothing else, you can all head back to your rooms to rest."
The onlookers snapped out of their stupor and quickly headed upstairs.
'It's best to stay out of this.'
