The Three Little Guardian Angels
Chapter 2739

Chapter 2739

At the Kong Ports...

James, who was shooting his next scene in the police station, sneezed three times in a row, and the actor who played the police officer across from him lifted his head. "Are you telling me that you've caught a cold during such hot weather?"

"I think someone must be badmouthing me behind my back."

The actor teased him. "Maybe someone's thinking about you."

'Thinking about me?'

James was stunned for a moment and trembled as that woman's face flashed in his mind.

'This is absolutely impossible.'

After the two joked around for a little, the filming officially started, and Ronny shouted, "Action!"

The actor who played the police officer immediately got into the role and smacked the notebook on the table. "Still pretending to be innocent? The cup that the deceased used has your fingerprints on it! So are you the one who spiked the drink with sleeping pills? You'd better give me the truth now!"

Because James did not expect him to get into the scene so quickly, he burst into laughter suddenly. James' laughter obviously ruined the play, but when he realized that Ronny did not end the shooting there, his cheeks bulged, and he restrained his expression.

'But what should I say next?!'

He actually forgot his lines.

Seeing that James did not utter his lines, the other party guessed that he had forgotten his lines, so he improvised. "Have you gone dumb?"

As soon as Ronny ended the shooting, the two actors lay on the interrogation table and started laughing. "Is it funny to forget the lines?" Ronny reprimanded them instantly.

The two stopped joking immediately.

"Let's go again."

The scene did not make it through Ronny's demand for perfection until the end of the second attempt. But when Ronny looked at the footage that he got from the first attempt and compared it to the retake, he realized that the normal version did not look as good as the one that they got in the first take.

Ronny pondered for a moment and said to the editor. "Let's keep the first shot for now."

After filming the scene, James returned to his lounge, but he saw Giselle standing behind the crew members.

Giselle and James came to a corner where no one was around, and he asked, "When did you arrive here?" "I've been here for a while." Giselle answered, "I told the guards that I'm your cousin, and they let me in." "Cou... Cousin?"

"Of course. If not, what else do you expect me to tell them?"

After saying that, she handed him the thermos flask in her hand. "My mother made some broth and asked

me to bring it here for you."

James took the flask from her. "That's very kind of your mother."

"Okay, you should get back to work. I'll take my leave already."

Giselle was about to leave after handing him the flask, but James suggested, "Uh, you've just arrived here, and you're leaving already? Don't you feel tired from all the flying? Why don't you travel back tomorrow?"

He tried to persuade her kindly. After all, she delivered the broth all the way here.

'Wait a minute! This doesn't feel right. How did she bring the flask onto the plane?

'Did she consign it here? Just a flask of broth?'

Giselle chuckled abruptly. "It's cooked here in the Kong Ports. What are you thinking? Do I need to catch a plane just to bring you some broth?"

James put away the flask and cleared his throat. "Thank your mother for me. That's very kind of her." "Alright, you should get back to work," said Giselle. She then turned around and left.

James returned to the set with the thermos flask, and the actor who played the police officer asked with a smile, "Yo, is it a lovey-dovey lunch? Who sent it here for you?"

The other actors who were on an intermission looked over as if there was something to gossip about.

James cleared his throat and glared at them. "What's there to see? This is, of course, some broth that my family sent me."

He sat on his folding chair and undid the lid of the flask.

'Geez, this pork rib broth really whets the appetite. I must say that Giselle's mother is really good at cooking.'

Yvonne smelled the aroma and came over. "Dude, did your mother cook you this pork rib broth? It smells so good."

"How could it not smell nice? Come on, Evie, bring me your cup, and I'll pour you some for a taste."