Director Lawson had just come back from talking with Nina Sinclair when he overheard the remark.
Gabriel Sinclair's suspicious gaze made him feel a little guilty.
"What did I hide from you? Didn't you read the contract when you signed it?"
Gabriel Sinclair paused, scratching his head.
It was true; everything had been spelled out clearly in the contract.
But then something occurred to him, and Gabriel Sinclair sucked in a breath. "Wait, that's not right. Then what did Ford mean earlier?"
Simon Lawson chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You'll find out in a bit."
As he finished speaking, a crew member handed him a gong.
Simon Lawson took it and struck it once.
"And now, the first round of the challenge begins!"
"Everyone, please take a look behind you."
At his words, all six of them turned around in unison.
"What is it?" Gabriel Sinclair said, rubbing his head.
"It's just grass and more grass. What are we supposed to be looking at?"
