Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston)
Chapter 97 The Police Station

Chapter 97 The Police Station

The whole crew was frightened out of their wits.

Was this not a telescopic sword prepared by the prop team?

Why did it really injure the actress?

"Doctors! Where are the doctors?" The manager immediately hurried to Zoey's side.

The doctors on duty instantly came to give Zoey first aid treatment.

"I, I don't know what's going on. When I was getting it ready, it was indeed a telescopic sword." The staff of the prop team hurriedly shook their heads and explained.

They had to make it clear.

Otherwise, it would be bad if they had to bear the responsibility.

"How's the situation looking now?" The director asked anxiously.

The doctor said in a low voice, "Fortunately, the wound is not very deep. We have already treated it. For the time being, she cannot move. Let her rest for a week before filming. Otherwise, the wound might tea open again."

"Okay, I understood." The director nodded.

He couldn't believe that such a thing would happen to his crew.

Everyone was puzzled.

Suddenly, Zoey's assistant walked out angrily and yelled.

"What on earth is your crew doing? Why is there a problem with the props? Luckily, Zoey was not fatally stabbed. If that really happened, I guess the crew would probably be scolded to death."

The director knew that the crew was at fault.

Although the assistant's words were unpleasant to the ear, it was not appropriate for him to refute either.

Therefore, he turned around and scolded the staff of the prop team, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"I, I don't know either. I gave Miss Margaret a telescopic sword. All the props are marked. The real sword is only needed in the next scene."

The staff was so scared that his legs started trembling.

"Are you sure?" The assistant looked at the staff aggressively.

The staff member nodded his head vigorously, "Yes, I'm sure."

He had been working in this field for so many years. It was impossible for him to make such a small mistake.

"In that case, is there someone who is deliberately targeting Zoey?" The assistant raised her eyebrows and said, "Otherwise, why would the telescopic sword be swapped?"

The director had a headache after hearing the assistant's words. He turned to look at the person in charge of the prop team and asked, "Do you remember who came in contact with the props before this?"

"It seems..." The staff suddenly remembered something. He then turned and looked at Margaret, "I think I saw Margaret coming out of the props room this morning."

What?

Margaret?

The director was taken aback. He turned to look at Margaret, "Margaret, is it true? Have you been to the props room in the morning?"

Margaret hesitated for a moment. In the end, she nodded, "Yes!"

"Why did you suddenly go to the props room?" The director felt very strange.

He had never seen Margaret going to any props room before.

Margaret raised her eyebrows.

What should she say? Charleston's words that night made her feel uneasy, so she had decided to walk around the film set.

Thus, when she walked past the props room, she mindlessly went in and took a look around.

"I was just curious, so I went in to take a look, but I definitely did not touch anything!" Margaret said.

"Haha, that's really funny. You went to the props room for no reason and now something like this happened. There's no need for investigate further. You must be the one trying to hurt Zoey." The assistant reprimanded loudly.

Everyone was surprised and could not believe that Margaret turned out to be the culprit.

"That's impossible. Why would Margaret do such a thing for no reason? She's not the type to." The director frowned.

The assistant pointed at Margaret and said, "Director, don't judge a book by its cover. If not, why did she go to the props room for no reason today?"

Margaret scrunched her eyebrows and said, "I already said that I didn't touch anything..."

"The police are here." Someone in the crowd shouted and interrupted Margaret's words.

Margaret's pupils suddenly dilated.

She realized that she had fallen into Zoey's trap.

She did not think of it before, but at this moment, Margaret suddenly recalled that she had felt someone tailing her for no apparent reason in the morning.

It was very likely that Zoey's assistant had been the one following her.

The policeman got out of the car and looked at Margaret. "Excuse me, Miss, please come with us."

"Huh!" Margaret sneered and stared at the assistant. "You are trying to frame me, aren't you?"

The assistant's scalp tingled when Margaret glared at her. She bit her lip hard. This way, she would not make a sound out of fear.

"Sir, hurry up and take this person away!"

Margaret got in the police car.

The assistant watched as Margaret was brought away.

It was only then that she secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

She returned to Zoey's lounge.

She secretly observed the surroundings to make sure that no one was watching. Then, she closed the door.

"Zoey, Margaret has been taken away by the police. She will probably be in lock-up for at least ten days," the assistant lowered her voice and said.

"Okay. Let's add some fuel to the fire then. Let them 'entertain' Margaret well." Zoey smiled viciously. With the wound on her body, she looked extremely cunning.

The assistant nodded, but then she still spoke worriedly.

"Zoey, what if they found out that we were actually behind the prop-swapping?"

"Do you think that's possible? All the evidence is pointing at Margaret."

"But there are surveillance cameras in the Shington Studio City..." The assistant was still a little worried.

Zoey looked at her and said, "Don't worry. There are indeed surveillance cameras in Shington Studio City, but only the most superior person is qualified to check the footage. Otherwise, those paparazzi would have already gotten their hands on it."

That was indeed true.

Upon hearing this, the assistant let out a sigh of relief.

"But you are too cruel. In order to crush Margaret, you are willing to hurt yourself."

"It's just a minor injury. It won't take long for it to heal. However, Margaret's future would be crushed forever." Zoey snorted coldly.

....

"Name."

The police looked at Margaret sternly.

"Margaret Simons."

"Why did you deliberately hurt someone else?"

"I didn't." Margaret took a deep breath.

She continued, "I didn't swap the props."

"All the evidence points to you, so please stop denying it, Miss Simons."

Margaret pressed her lips together. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked, "Can I make a phone call?"

The policeman hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Make it quick."

Margaret took out her mobile phone. For some reason, at this moment, the figure of that person instantly appeared in her mind.

His fingertips slightly trembled. She opened her contact list on the phone.

Her eyes were fixed on Mr. Limbaugh's contact.

Margaret hesitated for a moment. She then gritted her teeth and dialed it.

The sound of the call going through started ringing. Margaret's heart was beating rapidly.

She waited for what felt like an eternity. It seemed like her call was going to be unanswered...

The hope in Margaret's heart was gradually extinguishing.

However, at the very last moment before the call got cut off, a man asked in a husky voice, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Limbaugh..."

For some reason, when Margaret heard Charleston's voice, her nose twitched and her voice became raspy. She sounded crushed.

The man seemed to have something very important to attend to. He lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I, I am at the police station now..."