The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 268

Paisley knew exactly what Gary was thinking, and she could understand both his and the production team's concerns.

But she still asked, "Mr. Anderson, after I left, did you conduct any follow-up inspections on the set?"

Gary nodded. "Yes, I did. I promise this kind of thing will never happen again."

After all, no one could afford for something like that to happen a second time.

"What I want to know is, aside from the fallen spotlight, were there any other issues on set?" Paisley asked further.

Gary's expression stiffened. His lips parted and closed a few times as he hesitated for a long while.

From his reaction alone, Paisley already understood. "Alright, I got it."

Looking at Paisley, Gary suddenly felt something click in his mind. He had indeed arranged for a thorough inspection of the set, and the latest report had just come in another spotlight had a problem.

Based on the photos sent from the site, he realized that the faulty spotlight was positioned right above Paisley's chair.

Until Paisley brought it up, he had assumed it was just an installation mistake caused by careless workers. But now, it seemed like someone had done it on purpose with Paisley as the target.

A chill ran through Gary. He could no longer say that this matter should be left alone.

Mr. Anderson. It was just an accident, and I know you didn't mean

interrupted her coldly, thinking, 'Is this woman an idiot? Being too soft-hearted would only

of warning. "Shut up. This has nothing to do with

'This woman is only ever tough on

production team let out a sigh

you—" Gary still felt uneasy. He thought that if someone had

fine. No need to worry." Paisley reassured Gary again, giving

blocked Paisley's path. "Paisley, don't tell

know," Paisley admitted without

"Then why are

cut him off. "I have my own

ignored Dominick, called Lucy over,

"Dom, are we really just going

thought, 'Paisley is so

departing car. "Let her be for now. Arrange for some people to watch over her

started making

the mirror. Her head was wrapped in layers of bandages, but her face no longer carried the calm expression

like they really want me dead," she