"Wait, the cameraman..." Debra said.

"Forget about him," Juan responded.

Debra was baffled. "Where did you get the money?"

Since the first day of filming the show, their phones had been handed in. The only phone Juan had now was issued by the production team, and it only had a few emergency contacts. "This car is owned by my family. We don't need to pay."

His explanation sent Debra into a deep spiral of thought. 'Since when did the Nichols family have anything to do with taxi service?'

Not long after, the taxi pulled up to the beach. The moment it arrived, the production team members stared, bewildered.

The director hurried forward, confused.

"Did we send a car for them?"

"Nope."

Debra and Juan stepped out, one after the other, onto the sand.

The director ruffled his hair. 'Why aren't these two following the rules of the show?'

the camera guy following

called in. Said he lost them. He won't be here

his temples. "I'll

smile on his face, he greeted them, "Ms.

replied, forcing the

at

Juan said coolly, which in his language

from each other, the director

thing. Our show

know. Like revisiting memories and sorting out old

in the

cameraman gets here, we

the filming. Just a heads-up. We would appreciate it if you avoided taking taxis. Instead, maybe use public transport, walk, or even ride

them, hopeful.

Debra quickly nodded. "Sure."

Juan replied, "Me too."

The director clapped his hands, relieved that they

arrived. When he saw the director, his face lit up with

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